Saluting some of these by a passing bow, my friend led the way straight through this _salon_ and into a larger one immediately beyond it.
"This," he said, "is one of the most beautiful rooms in Paris.

Look round and tell me if you recognise, among all her votaries, the divinity herself." I looked round, bewildered.
"Recognise!" I echoed.

"I should not recognise my own father at this moment.

I feel like Abou Hassan in the palace of the Caliph." "Or like Christopher Sly, when he wakes in the nobleman's bedchamber," said Dalrymple; "though I should ask your pardon for the comparison.

But see what it is to be an actress with forty-two thousand francs of salary per week.