Well, Camarada, the adventure is over. She was grateful, of
course. These pervenche eyes were suffused with a dewy radiance.

"You can't call," she said, "for you haven't been introduced, and
Mrs. Walker says we must be more exclusive. I'm dying to be
exclusive; but I'm very much obliged to you, and so will mother be.
Let's see. I'll be at the Colosseum to-morrow night, about ten.
I'm bound to see the Colosseum, by moonlight. Good-bye;" and she
shook her pale parasol at me, and fluttered away.

Ah, Camarada, shall I be there? Que scais-je? Well, 'tis time to
go to the dance at the Holy Father's. Adieu, Carissima.--Tout a
vous,

CIS.



LETTER: Barry Lyndon



Mr. Redmond Barry (better known as Barry Lyndon) tells his uncle
the story of a singular encounter at Berlin with Mr. Alan Stuart,
called Alan Breck, and well known as the companion of Mr. David
Balfour in many adventures. Mr. Barry, at this time, was in the
pay of Herr Potzdorff, of his Prussian Majesty's Police, and was
the associate of the Chevalier, his kinsman, in the pursuit of
fortune.