"Will you do us the honor of kissing our hand?"

We are having supper at Very's . . .

France's Repose

At a Money-lender's: "No, young man, I will make no more exceptions for the son of the family; the letter of credit is a dead letter..."

"You don't want anything?" "No, I'm afraid..." "Let's have a tot of laudanum!"

In Walachia -- Russian Generals

The Boy with the Dog

Prince of Condé

China Civilizing Itself

I tell the good fortune, since I no longer know what it is, p. 83

Opening of the Hunting. The Parisian Well Resolved to Destroy This Year All the Hares that Infest the Plain of St. Denis...with the Help of Devismes' New Lightning Bullets

Life in Aragon

The Death of the Poodle