HOW ST. MALINE ENTERED INTO THE TURRET, AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
Ernanton's first thought when he saw the door of the antechamber fly open was to blow out the light.
"M. de St. Maline," cried the hostess, "I warn you that the persons whom you are troubling are your friends."
"Well! all the more reason to present our compliments to them," cried Perducas de Pincornay, in a tipsy voice.
"And what friends are they? We will see!" cried St. Maline.
The good hostess, hoping to prevent a collision, glided among them, and whispered Ernanton's name in St. Maline's ear.
"Ernanton!" cried St. Maline, aloud, for whom this revelation was oil instead of water thrown on the fire, "that is not possible."--"And why so?"
"Oh! because Ernanton is a model of chastity and a melange of all the virtues. No, you
