front, giving her his own breastpin instead, and exposing his own tender white breast to--the cold. I particularly beg persons who have had experience in this description of service to give their opinion with firm impartiality on my hero's conduct, and, sitting in court martial on him, to point out such of his movements and dispositions as they may consider to have been ill-advised. Now that she was wounded, poor thing, he wouldn't let her go on working, but only show him her finished productions. He ordered a copy of one of them for Madame von Blaise. He begged her to put it on and let him see it on her--and he set it himself just as Madame von Blaise would wear it. By heaven! it was better even than he had thought; he swore it would suit Madame von Blaise quite as well, as she was just the same height as Lenette. This was all stuff and nonsense, really the one was taller by quite half a nose than the other. Lenette said so herself, she had seen Madame von Blaise at church. Rosa stuck to his own opinion, and swore by his soul and salvation (for in cases of the kind he was given to profane language), and by the sacrament, that he had measured himself with her a hundred times, and that she was half-an-inch taller than himself. "By heaven!" he said, suddenly jumping up, "of course I carry her measure about with me, like her tailor; all that need be done is that _you_ and _I_ measure ourselves together." I shall not here withhold from little girls a golden rule of war made by myself, "Don't argue long with a man, whatever it may be about--warmth is always warmth, even if it only be warmth of argument--one forgets one's self, and ultimately takes to proving by syllogistic figures, and this is just what the enemy wants--he converts these figures into poetical figures--ultimately even into plastic figures." Lenette, a little giddy with the rapid whirl of events, good naturedly stood up to serve as recruit measure for her recruit Rosa; he leant his back to hers. "This won't do," he said, "I can't see," and unlocked his fingers which had been intertwined together, backwards, over the region of her heart. He turned quickly round, stood before her, and embraced her gently, so as to determine, by comparing the levels of their eyes, whether their brows were an exact height or not. His were glaring quite an inch higher up than hers; he clasped her closely and said, turning red, "you see you were right; but my mistake was that I added your beauty to your height," and in this proximity he pressed his mouth, red as sealing-wax, upon her lips, very founts and sources of truth as they were.