69/329 If you stab Miss Heaton with a golden bodkin, right through the heart, under circumstances of peculiar cruelty, I shall have to give up _you_. If I bake Penini in a pie and eat him, you'll have to give up me. He has risked enough for it, to be trusted a little I think--his life and dynasty certainly. At this moment I hear from Rome of a great dinner given by Lamoriciere to his staff, or by his staff to him (I don't know which), only that the health of _Henri Cinq_ was suggested and drunk at it. Gorgon telegraphed the news to Paris. |