honor Fanchon's older sister, Virginia, with his attentions.

This was no great hardship for Miss Betty, as, since plunging into the
Revolution with her great-uncle, she had lost some curiosity concerning
the men of to-day, doubting that they would show forth as heroic, as
debonnair, gay and tragic as he. He was the legendary hero of her
childhood; she remembered her mother's stories of him perhaps more clearly
than she remembered her mother; and one of the older Sisters had known him
in Paris and had talked of him at length, giving the flavor of his
dandyism and his beauty at first hand to his young relative. He had been
one of those hardy young men wearing unbelievable garments, who began to
appear in the garden of the Tuileries with knives in their sleeves and
cudgels in their hands, about April, 1794, and whose dash and recklessness
in many matters were the first intimations that the Citizen Tallien was
about to cause the Citizen Robespierre to shoot himself through the jaw.

In the library hung a small, full-length drawing of Georges, done in color
by Miss Betty's grandmother; and this she carried to her own room an&
studied long and ardently, until sometimes the man himself seemed to stand
before her, in spite of the fact that Mile. Meithac had not a
distinguished talent and M. Meilhac's features might have been anybody's.
It was to be seen, however, that he was smiling.

Miss Betty had an impression that her grandmother's art of portraiture
would have been more-successful with the profile than the "full-face."
Nevertheless, nothing could be more clearly indicated than that the hair
of M. Melihac was very yellow, and his short, huge-lapeiled waistcoat
white, striped with scarlet. An enormous cravat coyered his chin; the
heavy collar of his yellow coat rose behind his ears, while its tails fell
to his ankles; and the tight trousers of white and yellow stripes were