Paris herself again in 1878-9 . g of his evening cigarette at the hotel-door when thingsare pretty quiet, when the patronne is satiated with scolding andthe guests are weary of ringing the bell—would be a dogs life. A dogs life, do I say ? This good fellow of a chambermaid(whose name is Baptiste) some-times employs his spare half-hoursof leisure sitting in a window-bay of the staircase, and teachingtricks to a little old black-and-tan- dog, who is the pet and tyrantof the establishment, and who,when he is not performing, withwhimpering reluctance, on hishind legs, a few tricks that havebeen ta
Paris herself again in 1878-9 . g of his evening cigarette at the hotel-door when thingsare pretty quiet, when the patronne is satiated with scolding andthe guests are weary of ringing the bell—would be a dogs life. A dogs life, do I say ? This good fellow of a chambermaid(whose name is Baptiste) some-times employs his spare half-hoursof leisure sitting in a window-bay of the staircase, and teachingtricks to a little old black-and-tan- dog, who is the pet and tyrantof the establishment, and who,when he is not performing, withwhimpering reluctance, on hishind legs, a few tricks that havebeen taught him by Mademoi-selle, the pretty daughter of thepatronne aforesaid, wheezes upand down the stairs, barking from between the banisters at ascending and descending guests towhom he has not been introduced, and who have not the slightestwish to be introduced, to him. This overfed and supercilious ani-mal has a way, too, of creeping along the balcony overlooking theboulevard, and sneaking in at any casement which he may find. is PARIS HERSELF AGAIN. open, with the view, possibly, of holding up to the light (and thereverse way) pieces t blotting-paper on which letters have beenrecently dried, or of ascertaining whether the guests have made awaywith any of the hotel bed-linen. When he finds the room occu-pied, he shambles away with a shame-faced Paul Pry expression ofhoping that he doesnt intrude; and the next you see ofhim isdown-stairs in the bureau, where he is in the habit of jumping fromtin floor on to a stool, thence on to a chair, and thence on to thedesk of the caissier, where he peers cunningly at the open page ofthe ledger, to discover, I suppose, whether the customers havepaid their hills. The little beast! A week of the chambermaid-dragoons work, with plenty of cold water and some stick forBupper, would do him good, and teach him what a real dogs life3, I fancy.* The chambermaid whom I fancy to have been a dragoon hasonly one fault, and that may not be all his own,
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