had unsuccessfully sought her hand. But Lola experienced no qualms. As she stood at the wings, in a black sat

whiskers. "Most attractive. Yo

There was a sudden hush, as, at the finish of the number, she stepped up to the footlights and awaited the verdict. Had she made good, or not? In a moment, however, she knew that all was well, for a storm of applause and clapping of hands fil

she withdrew, numbers of bouquets fell on to the stage. But the proud one of Seville did not deign to return to pick them up, and one of the gentlemen in livery was deputed for that pur

sful. The young lady came and saw and conquered. Many floral offerings were shot at her as a compliment, and the useful M. Coulos-ever at hand in such an emergency-assisted very industriously in picking them up. As for El Oleano, this is a sort of cachucha; and it certainly gives Donna Lola Montez an opportunity of introd

e from the occupants of the stage box in which Lord Ranelagh and his party had ensconced themselves. As at a prearranged signal, the occupants of the opposite box took it up and repeated it. The audience gasped in astonishment

rang from the throats that, a moment earlier, had bellowed vociferous cheers. The great Michael Costa, who was conducting, dropped his baton in astonishment, and, refusing to pick it up agai

He did so by ringing down the curtain, while Lola,