Trois
Freres Provencaux--he ordered the dinner and of course I paid. Then we
went to a little theatre, and he took me behind the scenes--such a queer
place! We went to the loge of Mademoiselle Fine who acted the part of 'Le
petit Tambour,' in which she sings a famous song with a drum. He asked
her and several literary fellows to supper at the Cafe Anglais. And I
came home ever so late, and lost twenty napoleons at a game called
bouillotte. It was all the change out of a twenty-pound note which dear
old Binnie gave me before we set out, with a quotation out of Horace, you
know, about Neque tu choreas sperne puer. O me! how guilty I felt as I
walked home at ever so much o'clock to the Hotel de la Terrasse, and
sneaked into our apartment! But the Colonel was sound asleep. His dear
old boots stood sentries at his bedroom door, and I slunk into mine as
silently as I could.
"P.S.--Wednesday.--There's just one scrap of paper left. I have got J.
J.'s letter. He has been to the private view of the Academy (so that his
own picture is in), and the 'Battle of Assaye' is refused.
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