you recite one of Lafontaine's fables before you go to
bed?"

"Here," observed M. de Salvandy, "is a little person
who to-day recites fables and who one of these days will
inspire romances."

Lucette did not understand. She merely gazed with
her big wondering eyes at Salvandy who was lolling in his
chair with an air of benevolent condescension.

"Well, Lucette." he went on, "will you not recite a
fable for us?"

The child required no urging, and began in her naïve
little voice, her fine, frank, sweet eyes still fixed upon
Salvandy:

One easily believes one's self to be somebody in France.

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1845.

During the run of M. Ponsard's "Lucrece", I had the
following dialogue with M. Viennet at a meeting of the
Academy:

M. VIENNET.--Have you seen the "Lucrece" that is being