Marvel, but that doesn't matter.

We got into the landau again, and went to the station. Our friends
came there, one after another. I skipped about, I laughed, I
chattered like a bird. How kind they are, and how hard it is to
leave them.

"You feign this gaiety," said B----to me, "but in your heart you are
weeping, I am sure of it."

"Ah! you think so? No!

"When to Nice you bid good-bye,
Unfeigned joy is in your eye.
Easy 'tis from Nice to part,
For she never wins your heart."

"Bravo! Bravo!"

The quatrain was made one evening when we were capping verses with
G----.

"Give me some cigarettes," I said softly to my aunt.

"Very well, later."

I thought she had forgotten, but at Monaco she wrapped a number in
paper and gave them to me. She, who cries out when I ask her for
them at home. At Monaco we parted, and those horrid cigarettes made
me cry. I was sorry for the poor old grandfather, my aunt,