unknown. A scent that was accompanied at every moment by the horns of passing motors, which I set to words like a military call: “Parisian, get up, get up, come out and picnic in the country, and take a boat on the river, under the trees, with a pretty girl; get up, get up!” And all these musings were so agreeable that I congratulated myself upon the “stern decree” which prescribed that until I should have rung my bell, no “timid mortal,” whether Françoise or Albertine, should dream of coming in to disturb me “within this palace” where

“… a terrible

Majesty makes me all invisible

To my subjects.”

“… a terrible Majesty makes me all invisible To my subjects.”