"You keep me like a fine horse in your stable--and I like you because I love luxury, noise, glitter, and festivity, and that sort of thing; do not let us go in for sentiment, it would be useless and ridiculous." "At least let me come with you." "But you would not enjoy yourself at all," said Musette, "and would hinder us from enjoying ourselves.

Remember that he will necessarily kiss me." "Musette," said Maurice.

"Have you often found such accommodating people as myself ?" "Viscount," replied Musette, "one day when I was driving in the Champs Elysees with Lord _____, I met Marcel and his friend Rodolphe, both on foot, both ill dressed, muddy as water-dogs, and smoking pipes.

I had not seen Marcel for three months, and it seemed to me as if my heart was going to jump out of the carriage window.

I stopped the carriage, and for half an hour I chatted with Marcel before the whole of Paris, filing past in its carriages.