lated to his lordship: his horigin, ma'am, was of French extraction:"
and here Pogson began to repeat,--

"Hare thy heyes like thy mother's, my fair child,
Hada! sole daughter of my 'ouse and 'art?"

"Oh!" said the lady, laughing, "you speak of LOR Byron?

"Hauthor of 'Don Juan,' 'Child 'Arold,' and 'Cain, a Mystery,'" said
Pogson:--"I do; and hearing the waiter calling you Madam la Bironn, took
the liberty of hasking whether you were connected with his lordship;
that's hall:" and my friend here grew dreadfully red, and began
twiddling his long ringlets in his fingers, and examining very eagerly
the contents of his plate.

"Oh, no: Madame la Baronne means Mistress Baroness; my husband was
Baron, and I am Baroness."

"What! 'ave I the honor--I beg your pardon, ma'am--is your ladyship a
Baroness, and I not know it? pray excuse me for calling you ma'am."

The Baroness smiled most graciously--with such a look as Juno cast
upon unfortunate Jupiter when she wished to gain her wicked ends upon
him--the Baroness smiled; and, stealing her hand into a black velvet
bag, drew from it an ivory card-case, and from the ivory card-case
extracted a glazed card, printed in gold; on it was engraved a coronet,
and under the coronet the words

BARONNE DE FLORVAL-DELVAL,

NEE DE MELVAL-NORVAL.

Rue Taitbout.

The grand Pitt diamond--the Queen's own star of the garter--a sample of
otto-of-roses at a guinea a drop, would not be handled more curiously,
or more respectfully, than this porcelain card of the Baroness.
Trembling he put it into his little Russia-leather pocket-book: and
when he ventured to look up, and saw the eyes of the Baroness de
Florval-Delval, nee de Melval-Norval, gazing upon him with friendly and
serene glances, a thrill of pride tingled through Pogson's blood: he
felt himself to be the very happiest fellow "on the Continent."

But Pogson did not, for some time, venture to resume that sprightly
and elegant familiarity which generally forms the great charm of his
conversation: he was too much frightened at the presence he was in,
and contented himself by graceful and solemn bows, deep attention,
and ejaculations of "Yes, my lady," and "No, your ladyship," for some
minutes after the discovery had been made. Pogson piqued himself on his
breeding: "I hate the aristocracy," he said, "but that's no reason why I
shouldn't behave like a gentleman."

A surly, silent little