'Vive l' Empereur!' cried he again; 'but for his strictness I should never have found it out. Now go; array yourself in your woman's gear, and let me see you as you really are.'
I went; and resumed, with a pleasure I can not describe, the garments I had for a whole year forsworn.
When I returned, my master caught me to his heart, and thanked Heaven for the 'charming wife' so unexpectedly sent him.
Maccaroni And Canvas.
III.
On The Campagna.
There was an indefinable charm, to a lively man like Caper, in spending a day in the open country around Rome. Whether it was passed, gun in hand, near the Solfatara, trying to shoot snipe and woodcock, or, with paint-box and stool, seated under a large white cotton umbrella, sketching in the valley of Poussin or out on the Via Appia, that day was invariably marked down to be remembered.