The Martins of Cro'Martin . n shall treat us all to supper ! exclaimed another. Where shall it be, then, said Martin; here, or at myown quarters ? Here, by all means, cried some. * Im for the Place Vendome, said the Pole, for who knowsbut we shall catch a glimpse of that beautiful girl, Martins* Belle Irlandaise. I saw her to-night, said the Italian, and I own she is allyou say. She was speaking to Villemart, and I assure you theold Minister wont forget it in a hurry. Something or otherhe said about the noise in the street drew from him the wordcanaille. She turned round at once and attacked h
The Martins of Cro'Martin . n shall treat us all to supper ! exclaimed another. Where shall it be, then, said Martin; here, or at myown quarters ? Here, by all means, cried some. * Im for the Place Vendome, said the Pole, for who knowsbut we shall catch a glimpse of that beautiful girl, Martins* Belle Irlandaise. I saw her to-night, said the Italian, and I own she is allyou say. She was speaking to Villemart, and I assure you theold Minister wont forget it in a hurry. Something or otherhe said about the noise in the street drew from him the wordcanaille. She turned round at once and attacked him. Hereplied, and the controversy grew warm; so much so, thatmany gathered around them to listen, amongst whom I sawthe Due de Guiche, Prince du Saulx, and the Austrian could be more perfect than her manner—calm, withoutany effrontery; assured, and yet no sacrifice of delicacy. Itwas easy to see, too, that the theme was not one into which shestumbled by an accident; she knew every event of the Great r^.O. ^y>. THE CLUB. 3DD Revolution, and used the knowledge with consummate skill,and, but for one slip, with consummate temper also. What was the slip you allude to ? cried the Russian. It was when Villemart, after a boastful enumeration of thesuperior merits of his order, called them the Enlighteners ofthe People. You played that part on one occasion, said she; but Iscarcely thought youd like to refer to it. How so r When do you mean ? asked he. When they hung you to the lanterns, said she, with theenergy of a tigress in her look, Pardie ! at that moment Inever saw anything so beautiful or so terrible. A loud uproar in the street without, in which the sound oftroop-horses passaging to and fro could be distinguished, nowinterrupted the colloquy. As the noise increased, a low, deeproai, like the sound of distant thunder, could be heard, and thePole cried out : Messieurs les Sans-culottes, I strongly advise you to turnhomewaids, for, if I be not much mistaken,
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