THE PASSPORT.

The Hotel at Paris.

I could not find in my heart to torture La Fleur's with a serious look upon the subject of my embarrassment, which was the reason I had treated it so cavalierly: and to shew him how light it lay upon my mind, I dropt the subject entirely; and whilst he waited upon me at supper, talk'd to him with more than usual gaiety about Paris, and of the opera comique. - La Fleur had been there himself, and had followed me through the streets as far as the bookseller's shop; but seeing me come