nce."
As I said this, I thought I perceived a slight movement, that indicated
some emotion.
"It was a gallant speech, and the modiste is pleased with the
compliment," thought I.
Her reply:--
"It flatters me, sir, that you prefer my company to that of the many
splendid beauties who are in this saloon; though it may gratify me still
more _if you knew who I am_."
The last clause was uttered with an emphasis, and followed by a sigh!
"Poor girl!" thought I, "she fancies that I mistake her for some grand
dame--that if I knew her real position her humble avocation, I should
not longer care to dance with her. In that she is mistaken. I make no
distinction between a milliner and a marchioness, especially in a
ball-room. There, grace and beauty alone guide to preference."
After giving way to some such reflections, I replied--
"It is my regret, mam'selle, not to have the happiness of knowing who
you are, and it is not possible I ever may, unless you will have the
goodness to remove your mask."
"Ah! monsieur, what you request is impossible."
"Impossible! and why may I ask?"
"Because, were you to see my face, I should not have you for my partner
in the next dance; and to say the truth, I should regret that, since you
waltz so admirably."
"Oh! refusal and flattery in the same breath! No, mam'selle, I am sure
_your_ face will never be the means of your losing a partner. Come! let
me beg of you to remove that envious counterfeit. Let us converse
freely face to face. _I_ am not masked, as you see."
"In truth, sir, you have no reason to hide your face, which is more than
I can say for many other men in this room."
"Quick-witted milliner," thought I. "Bravo, Ranelagh! Vive la
Mabille!"
"Thanks, amiable masker!" I replied. "But you are too generous: you
flatter me--"
"It is worth while," rejoined she, interrupting me; "it improves your
cheek: blushes become you, ha, ha, ha!"
"The deuce!" I ejaculated, half aloud, "this _dame du Boulevard_ is
laughing at me!"
"But what _are_ you?" she continued, suddenly changing her tone. "You
are not a Mexican? Are you soldier or civilian?"
"What would you take me for?"
"A poet, from your pale face, but more from the manner in which I have
heard you sigh."
"I have not sighed since we sat down."
"No--but before we sat down."
"What! in the dance?"
"No--before the dance."
"Ha! then you observed me before?"
"O yes, your plain dress r
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