Paris herself again in 1878-9 . ck trousers that I ever beheld. He went to the ball atthe Hotel de Ville. He danced, he supped, a little too copiously IN THE TEMPLE. 217 perchance ; at all events, a friend who accompanied him on one ofhis visits to the buffet gently reminded him that he had sufferedsome warm punch to trickle over one of the knees of his black dresspantaloons. Promptly our friend produced his handkerchief toremove the unseemly spot of punch. He rubbed and rubbed, butthe spot did not disappear. It grew larger, and became at lasta brilliant red. In the midst of an ocean of shiny
Paris herself again in 1878-9 . ck trousers that I ever beheld. He went to the ball atthe Hotel de Ville. He danced, he supped, a little too copiously IN THE TEMPLE. 217 perchance ; at all events, a friend who accompanied him on one ofhis visits to the buffet gently reminded him that he had sufferedsome warm punch to trickle over one of the knees of his black dresspantaloons. Promptly our friend produced his handkerchief toremove the unseemly spot of punch. He rubbed and rubbed, butthe spot did not disappear. It grew larger, and became at lasta brilliant red. In the midst of an ocean of shiny black there wasdisclosed to his alarmed eyes an island of the pattern and hue ofthe Eoyal Stuart tartan. He was wearing a pair of plaid trousersthat had been dyed black. Ah, faithless Temple! These trouserswere un plat de ton metier. But the vision fades away. It leavesme between a smile and a tear, for in the dim distance I seem tosee the white headstones of a graveyard. ^ * Location phases ?ou« iaintES _?:, ?Hi il^r*7WrN.
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