10 P.M.--Glorious news! A triumphant victory! Our party, in single
file, made a descent upon the _table-d'hôte_, seized a large number of
_hors d'[oe]uvres_, and, after an hour's desperate fighting, secured
a large room on the top floor, where we are now safely barricaded for
the night! Hurrah!
* * *
AT DIEPPE.--_Edwin._ Awfully jolly here! Awfully jolly band! Awfully
jolly waltz! Awfully jolly, isn't it?
_Angelina._ Quite too awfully nice!
_Edwin._ Waltz over. Awfully nice moon! Awfully jolly to be a poet,
I should think. Say heaps of civil things about the moon, don't you
know! Rather jolly, eh? Tennyson, and that sort of thing, don't you
know?
_Angelina._ Yes, isn't he a perfect love?
_Edwin._ Yes--great fun. Next dance--square. Awfully stupid
things--squares, eh? You're not engaged?
_Angelina_ (_archly_). Not yet!
_Edwin._ Then let's sit it out.
[Illustration: PROVINCIAL MOSSOOS IN THEIR SUNDAY BEST]