Our duties were simpleto entertain the guests of M. le Vicomte after dinner on those evenings upon which he gathered his friends around him.

The Vicomte at once kissed my hand and said, "Je vous adore."

Mercédès and I got in first, with Nelson and the Vicomte beyond us, with their arms tight round us, and our hands clinging to the cross-bar of iron above.

A curled pert page took the Vicomte to where she sat alone, by prearrangement, in a chamber with painted walls, profusely lighted by the sun, and made pretence to weave a tapestry.

[Sidenote: The Vicomte up to Time]

It made me feel quite as if I wanted to listen to some more, only, unfortunately at that moment, Godmamma came up; she brushed the Baron aside, and said I should certainly catch cold by the window, and must come with her, while she annihilated the Vicomte with a look.