The little baroness.

"It is not necessary that you should understand me," answered the dark-eyed baroness.

The lady of his choice (or heart?) was a fat baroness, about twenty years his senior, who lets apartments, and maintains the externes of her rank in a saloon fifteen feet square, furnished with red velveteen, and accessible by means of an antechamber paved with tiles!

"And that's not all," she said, as she finished the tale of their numerous achievements on land and water, "we've got a real live baroness in our group!"

In the course of twelve months the lovely baroness presented her husband with a daughter, which was to be christened Sibylla, after the count's mother.