of cold viands and a fine disorderly display of champagne baskets

which footmen kept handing down out of the coach boots. Corks came

out with feeble pops, which the wind drowned. There was an

interchange of jests, and the sound of breaking glasses imparted a

note of discord to the high-strung gaiety of the scene. Gaga and

Clarisse, together with Blanche, were making a serious repast, for

they were eating sandwiches on the carriage rug with which they had

been covering their knees. Louise Violaine had got down from her