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difficulty from their clutches by the German governess, a voice was
heard amid the hubbub,--that of a pretty little blonde, saying to a
small Scottish youth with whom she had danced the whole evening,--
"How odd of Nais to invite little boys of that age!"
"That's easily explained," said the Scottish youth; "he's a boy of the
Treasury department. Nais had to ask him on account of her parents,--a
matter of policy, you know."
Then, taking the arm of one of his friends, the same youth continued:--
"Hey, Ernest," he said, "I'd like a cigar; suppose we find a quiet
corner, out of the way of all this racket?"
"I can't, my dear fellow," replied Ernest, in a whisper; "you know
Leontine always makes me a scene when she smells I've been smoking, and
she is charming to me to-night. See, look at what she has given me!"
"A horse-hair ring!" exclaimed the Scot, disdainfully, "with two locked
hearts; all the boys at school have them."
"What have you to show that's better?" replied Ernest, in a piqued tone.
"Oh!" said the Scot, with a superior air, "something much better."
And drawing from the pouch which formed an integral part of his costume
a note on violet paper highly perfumed,--
"There," he said, putting it under Ernest's nose, "smell that!"
Indelicate friend that he was, Ernest pounced upon the note and took
possession of it. The Scottish youth, furious, flung himself upon the
treacherous French boy; on which Monsieur de l'Estorade, a thousand
leagues from imagining the subject of the quarrel, intervened and parted
the combatants, which enabled the ravisher to escape into a corner of
the salon to enjoy his booty. The note contained no writing. The young
scamp had probably taken the paper out of his mother's blotting-book.
A moment after, returning to his adversary and giving him the note, he
said in a jeering tone,--
"There's your note; it is awfully compromising."
"Keep it, monsieur," replied the Scot. "I shall ask for it to-morrow
in the Tuileries, under the horse-chestnuts; meantime, you will please
understand that all intercourse is at an end between us."
Ernest was less knightly; he contented himself with putting the thumb
of his right hand to his nose and spreading the fingers,--an ironical
gesture he had acquired from his mother's coachman; after which he ran
to find his partner for the next quadrille.
But what details are these on which we are wasting time, when we know
that interests of
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