And Aunt Louise wept another tear, and smiled on looking at the portrait of the officer of the Royal Guard.
THE DANCING-MASTER
I was dining at the house of some friends, and in the course of the evening the hostess said to me:
"Do you often go to the opera?"
"Yes, very often."
"And do you go behind the scenes?"
"Yes, I go behind."
"Then you can do me a favor. In the ballet department there's an old man called Morin, who is perfectly respectable, it seems. He is the little B——'s dancing-master. He gives excellent lessons. I should like to have him for my little girls, so ask him if he could come twice a week."
I willingly undertook the delicate mission.