Ha, ha! he, hee! cried _La Guyol_ and _La Sabatiere_, looking close at each other's prints ----Ho, ho! cried _La Battarelle_ and _Maronette_, doing the same: --Whist! cried one--st, st, --said a second--hush, quoth a third--poo, poo, replied a fourth--gramercy! cried the Lady _Carnavallette_; ----'twas she who bewhisker'd St. _Bridget_.
_La Fosseuse_ drew her bodkin from the knot of her hair, and having traced the outline of a small whisker, with the blunt end of it, upon one side of her upper lip, put it into _La Rebours'_ hand--_La Rebours_ shook her head.
The Lady _Baussiere_ coughed thrice into the inside of her muff--_La Guyol_ smiled --Fy, said the Lady _Baussiere_. The queen of _Navarre_ touched her eye with the tip of her fore-finger--as much as to say, I understand you all.
'Twas plain to the whole court the word was ruined: _La Fosseuse_ had given it a wound, and it was not the better for passing through all these defiles ----It made a faint stand, however, for a few months, by the expiration of which, the Sieur _De Croix_, finding it high time to leave _Navarre_ for want of whiskers----the word in course became indecent, and (after a few efforts) absolutely unfit for use.

'Ha, ha! he, hee!' cried La Guyol and La Sabatiere, looking at each other's eyes.
'Ho, ho!' cried La Battarelle and Maronette, doing the same.
La Fosseuse drew her hairpin from her hair, and traced the outline of a small whisker with the blunt end of it upon her upper lip.
The Lady Baussiere coughed thrice. - La Guyol smiled.
'Fie,' said the Lady Baussiere. The queen of Navarre touched her eye with the tip of her finger - as if to say, I understand you all.
'Twas plain to the whole court that the word was ruined. It made a faint stand, however, for a few months, by the end of which, the Seignior De Croix found it high time to leave Navarre for want of whiskers; and the word became indecent, and absolutely unfit for use.
