This among the upper classes. Jean and Jeannette, the baker and the milliner, are not so particular about the _dot_, and for a very good reason--neither of them or their parents have a sou to give more than the wedding clothes and a holiday, with an extra bottle of wine on the occasion of the wedding. They dispense with the _dot_, and, in very many cases, with the legal and religious ceremonies, which are considered necessary among other classes, and among all classes in other countries. Having nothing else to marry for, they marry for love, and very good husbands and wives they make. True, Jean goes to his café every night, to save the country in his way, and Jeannette expects him to, but as they do not inhabit large houses they are naturally brought closer together, and, consequently, are more in sympathy with each other. Jean, with two francs a day, even with the help of Jeannette, who may earn quite as much, cannot afford the luxury of separate rooms or separate beds. One answers them both, and not infrequently they have not that one. But with their cheap wine and their very cheap bread, and, above all, their careless, happy-go-lucky dispositions, they manage to get along very comfortably. So long as they can work, and they do work, both of them, they live very well; and when sickness or old age comes there are excellent hospitals to go to, and after that--why, the church has fixed their hereafter, and so everything is smooth with them. Poverty has its uses, though, desirable as it is, I find I can get on with a very little of it. I firmly believe that in time I could accustom myself to riches, and really enjoy myself. But it may never be. Madame, the faro bankeress, is at the same hotel with us, and is getting on famously in French. This morning at breakfast--she calls it "dejuner"--much to the waiter's astonishment, she ordered "café o'lay--_with milk_," and at dinner, "_frozen_ champagne glace," never knowing, poor woman, that _café au lait_ means, simply, coffee with milk, and _champagne glacé_ is simply chilled champagne. But it did nobody else any harm except the waiter, and it pleased her. She remarked to the other lady that she was sure she would have no trouble in getting along--which she would not, as the waiter, being an Englishman, could understand even her English, except when she plunged too much into French. "Have you been to the Louvre?" asked the other lady, or _the_ lady, to be accurate.