I had heard before that she was so well behaved, and so graceful in her manners, that she was occasionally invited to the public balls of Agen; but she only answered by a deep blush, when I asked if it was so; and said, she _seldom went to soirees_.

She is about three or four-and-twenty; and if the rest of her party who sang to us in the boat were as pretty, they must have been as dangerous as Queen Catherine's band of beauties, when their black hoods were thrown back.

She was, however, not one of the singers herself; but I recognised, in her voice, the reproving sister who urged Eugenie to sing, and told me of her mother's talent.

I afterwards met with more of my acquaintances in the dark, who were scattered through the towns of Gascony.
The town of Agen is very agreeably situated on the right bank of the Garonne: the river is here, though by no means clear, less muddy than at Bordeaux; and its windings add much to the beauty of the landscape.
Between the suspension-bridge and the town is a magnificent promenade, formed of several rows of fine trees--one of the most majestic groves I ever saw: it is called Le Gravier.

There are two others, each extremely fine: one of which is planted with acacias.