Pelham Vol II by Edward Bulwer-lytton — Read

At length the treacherous snare was laid, Poor pug was caught -- to town convey'd; There sold. How envied was his doom, Made captive in a lady's room! -- Gay's Fables.

I was sitting alone a morning or two after this adventure, when Bedos entering, announced une dame. This dame was a fine tall thing, dressed out like a print in the Magasin des Modes. She sate herself down, threw up her veil, and, after a momentary pause, asked me if I liked my apartment?