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"'Tis monsieur the archdeacon of Josas," said Fleur-de-Lys

"You have good eyes if you can recognize hi at the little dancer!" went on Diane de Christeuil

"Let the gypsy beware!" said Fleur-de-Lys, "for he loves not Egypt"

"'Tis a great shame for that man to look upon her thus," added Ahtfully"

"Fair cousin Phoebus," said Fleur-de-Lys suddenly, "Since you know this little gypsy, n to come up here It will a their hands

"Why! 'tis not worth while," replied Phoebus "She has forgotten me, no doubt, and I know not soladies, I willover the balustrade of the balcony, he began to shout, "Little one!"

The dancer was not beating her tambourine at the moment She turned her head towards the point whence this call proceeded, her brilliant eyes rested on Phoebus, and she stopped short

"Little one!" repeated the captain; and he beckoned her to approach

The young girl looked at hih a fla her tah the astonished spectators towards the door of the house where Phoebus was calling her, with slow, tottering steps, and with the troubled look of a bird which is yielding to the fascination of a serpent

A ypsy appeared on the threshold of the cha, and not daring to advance another step

Bérangère clapped her hands

Meanwhile, the dancer remained motionless upon the threshold Her appearance had produced a singular effect upon these young girls It is certain that a vague and indistinct desire to please the handsome officer aniet of all their coquetries, and that fro theed even to themselves, but which broke forth, none the less, every instant, in their gestures and remarks Nevertheless, as they were all very nearly equal in beauty, they contended with equal arypsy suddenly destroyed this equilibrium Her beauty was so rare, that, at the moment when she appeared at the entrance of the apartht which was peculiar to herself In that narrow chas and ork, she was incomparably more beautiful and more radiant than on the public square She was like a torch which has suddenly been brought froht into the dark The noble damsels were dazzled by her in spite of themselves Each one felt herself, in some sort, wounded in her beauty Hence, their battle front (may we be allowed the expression,) was ile word But they understood each other perfectly Women's instincts comprehend and respond to each other ences of ether One drop of wine is sufficient to tinge a glass of water red; to diffuse a certain degree of ill tehout a whole assembly of pretty women, the arrival of a prettier woman suffices, especially when there is but one man present