Madame F--No doubt. For instance, how would you have me go to high mass, which is celebrated at my parish church at eleven o'clock exactly? That is just our breakfast time. Can I let my husband breakfast alone? He would never hinder me from going to high mass, he has said so a thousand times, only he has always added, "When you want to go to mass during breakfast time, I only ask one thing--it is to give me notice the day before, so that I may invite some friends to keep me company." Madame H--But only fancy, pet, our two husbands could not be more alike if they were brothers. Leon has always said, "My dear little chicken--" Madame F--Ha! ha! ha! Madame H--Yes, that is his name for me; you know how lively he is. He has always said to me, then, "My dear little chicken, I am not a man to do violence to your opinions, but in return give way to me as regards some of your pious practices." I only give you the mere gist of it; it was said with a thousand delicacies, which I suppress. And I have agreed by degrees, . . . so that, while only paying very little attention to the outward observances of religion, I have remained, as I told you, a bar of iron as regards dogmas. Oh! as to that, I would not give way an inch, a hair-breadth, and Leon is the first to tell me that I am right. After all, dogma is everything; practice, well, what would you? If I could bring Leon round, it would be quite another thing. How glad I am to have spoken to you about all this. Madame F--Have we not been chattering? But it is half-past five, and I must go and take my cinchona bark. Thirty minutes before meals, it is a sacred duty. Will you come, pet? Madame H--Stop a moment, I have lost my thimble again and must find it. ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS: But she thinks she is affording you pleasure Do not seek too much First impression is based upon a number of trifles Sometimes like to deck the future in the garments of the past The heart requires gradual changes