"Can you tell of any one who is not dancing ?" "There is Astrardente," answered his Excellency, with an ironical smile.
"A duel ?" he asked.
Saracinesca nodded.
"I am too old," said the diplomatist, thoughtfully; "but it would be infinitely amusing.

I cannot give you one of my secretaries either.

It always makes such a scandal.

Oh, there goes the very man! Catch him before it is too late!" Old Saracinesca glanced in the direction the ambassador indicated, and darted away.

He was as active as a boy, in spite of his sixty years.
"Eh!" he cried.