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L'Ami Fritz would make himself very unpleasant if Sylvia left Lacville just now. He would certainly taunt his wife with all the money they had spent on her entertainment it was money which they both intended should bear a very high rate of interest. The two following days dragged themselves uneventfully away.

Marat, in l'Ami du peuple, declared that a military dictator was the only remedy for the situation; a curiously logical perception of what was to be the outcome of the Revolution. This opinion did not obtain any success. The duc d'Orléans proposed another solution. This personage was the head of the branch of the French Bourbons that stood next to that holding the throne.

They talked and laughed as they flung their money on the green cloth, and seemed to enjoy the fact that they were the centre of attraction. "One of them," whispered Madame Wachner eagerly, "had already lost eight thousand francs when I went downstairs to look for you! See, they are still losing. Our friend has the devil's own luck to-night! I have forbidden L'Ami Fritz to play at all.

A work in France, under the title of "L'Ami des Hommes," by the Marquis of MIRABEAU, first spread there a general passion for agricultural pursuits; and although the national ardour carried all to excess in the reveries of the "Economistes," yet marshes were drained and waste lands inclosed.

When the Germans lie on their arms, looking across the Alsatian frontier at the crowds of Frenchmen rushing to applaud L'ami Fritz at the Theatre Francais, looking and considering the meaning of that applause, which is grimly comic in its political response to the domestic moral of the play when the Germans watch and are silent, their force of character tells.

Nevertheless, the actors did not, on that account, relinquish the title of Comediens ordinaires du Roi. Shortly after, they even became, in general, the declared partisans of the old regime, or at least of the court. Their house was frequently an arena where the two parties came to blows, particularly on the occasion of the tragedy of Charles Neuf, by CHENIER, and of the comedy of L'Ami des Loix.

"And now we must be quick, or L'Ami Fritz will be cross! Do you know that absurd man actually still thinks 'e is master, and yet we 'ave been married oh, I do not know 'ow many years! But he always loves seeing me even after we 'ave been separated but two hours or so!"

That was what she had done this afternoon. And then, rather to her surprise, after they had all enjoyed ices and cakes at Madame Wachner's expense, Anna Wolsky and l'Ami Fritz declared they were going back to the Casino. "I don't mean to play again to-night," said Sylvia, firmly. "I feel dreadfully tired," and the excitement had indeed worn her out. She longed to go back to the Hôtel du Lac.

The fellow was ready: the fellow would pot them at twenty yards as they came over the crest. Thought was lost in lightning action. "Hola, l'ami!" he yelled. "Qui vive?" came the unseen voice. "Ami! a moi!" Feet crashed up the shingle. As he topped the crest, a Grenadier, all eyes and bayonet and bristling chin, was plunging up the steep, another at his heels.

"She was far kinder to me than I was to her," said Sylvia in a low voice. "Ah, my dear" Madame Wachner put her fat hand on Sylvia's shoulder "you have such a kind, warm, generous heart that is the truth! No, no, Anna Wolsky was not able to appreciate such a friend as you are! But now the tea is made, made strong to the English taste, we must not leave L'Ami Fritz and Mr. Chester alone together.