s clasped her hands together as her arms hung down in front,
and sighed once more. Then, half in soliloquy, she said--

"He was the love of my youth; his stern yet manly character first
touched this heart of mine. When--when shall I cease to deplore his
loss!"

Not being acquainted with her enough to answer this question (if,
indeed, it were not sufficiently answered by the fact of her second
marriage), I felt awkward; and, by way of saying something, I
remarked,--

"The countenance strikes me as resembling something I have seen
before--in an engraving from an historical picture, I think; only, it is
there the principal figure in a group: he is holding a lady by her hair,
and threatening her with his scimitar, while two cavaliers are rushing
up the stairs, apparently only just in time to save her life."

"Alas, alas!" said she, "you too accurately describe a miserable passage
in my life, which has often been represented in a false light. The best
of husbands"--here she sobbed, and became slightly inarticulate with her
grief--"will sometimes be displeased. I was young and curious, he was
justly angry with my disobedience--my brothers were too hasty--the
consequence is, I became a widow!"

After due respect for her tears, I ventured to suggest some commonplace
consolation. She turned round sharply:--

"No, monsieur: my only comfort is that I have never forgiven the brothers
who interfered so cruelly, in such an uncalled-for manner, between my
dear husband and myself. To quote my friend Monsieur Sganarelle--'Ce
sont petites choses qui sont de temps en temps necessaires dans l'amitie;
et cinq ou six coups d'epee entre gens qui s'aiment ne font que
ragaillardir l'affection.' You observe the colouring is not quite what
it should be?"

"In this light the beard is of rather a peculiar tint," said I.

"Yes: the painter did not do it justice. It was most lovely, and gave
him such a distinguished air, quite different from the common herd.
Stay, I will show you the exact colour, if you will come near this
flambeau!" And going near the light, she took off a bracelet of hair,
with a magnificent clasp of pearls. It was peculiar, certainly. I did
not know what to say. "His precious lovely beard!" said she. "And the
pearls go so well with the delicate blue!"

Her husband, who had come up to us, and waited till her eye fell upon
him before venturing to speak, now said, "It is strange Monsieur Ogre is
not yet arrived!"

"Not