A little affaire de coeur, maybe--ah! I had several before I was twenty--very pleasant, chivalrous, romantic, and all that; and such a brave young fellow, too! Helas! love is sweet at your age!"-- with a little sigh--"but marriage! My dear child, you are not surely promised to this youth ?" "I am." "How sharply you say it! Nay, don't be angry.

I liked him greatly.

A very pretty fellow.

But then he belongs to the people." "So do I." "Naughty child, you will not comprehend me.

I mean the lower orders, the bourgeoisie.