The things we do!

"_Mais c'est un petit diable!_" cried the astonished lady,
fanning herself vigorously with her pocket-handkerchief. She
was discomfited though she had won the victory, and hailed the
return of her partner with the _eau sucree_ as a relief. "A
thousand thanks, M. Jules! What if we take another turn,
though this room really is of insufferable heat."
Madelon was let confronting Horace, a most ill-used little
girl, not crying, but with flushed cheeks and pouting lips--a
little girl who had lost her game and her bonbons, and felt at
war with all the world in consequence. Horace was sorry for
her; he, too, thought she had been ill-used, and no sooner was
the Countess fairly off than he said, very immorally, no
doubt,
"Would you like to have your game back again?"
"No," said Madelon, in whom this speech roused a fresh sense
of injury; "I have no more bonbons."
Graham had none to offer her, and a silence ensued, during
which she stood leaning against the table, slowly scraping one
foot backwards and forwards over the remains of the scattered
bonbons.


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