.

LAMPOURDE'S DELICACY.
It is easy to imagine the frame of mind in which the Duke of Vallombreuse returned home after his repulse by Isabelle, and her rescue from his arms by the timely intervention of her friends, the comedians.
At sight of his face, fairly livid and contorted with suppressed rage, his servants trembled and shrunk away from him--as well they might--for his natural cruelty was apt to vent itself upon the first unhappy dependent that happened to come in his way when his wrath was excited.
He was not an easy master to serve, even in his most genial mood--this haughty, exacting young nobleman--and in his frantic fits of anger he was more savage and relentless than a half-starved tiger.

Upon entering his own house he rushed through it like a whirlwind, shutting every door behind him with such a violent bang that the very walls shook, and pieces of the gilt mouldings round the panels were snapped off, and scattered on the floor.

When he reached his own room he flung down his hat with such force that it was completely flattened, and the feather broken short off.

Then, unable to breathe freely, he tore open his rich velvet pourpoint, as he rushed frantically to and fro, without any regard for the superb diamond buttons that fastened it, which flew in every direction.