The trees even yet keep their foliage in sheltered gardens and in the recesses of the Bois de Boulogne, but the Boule-yards are littered deep with dead autumnal leaves. The fog and the rain combined have contrived to turn these last days into a somewhat dismal pre-Jude to the winter, which approaches with its usual outward signs; the hot-chestnut man in the corner of the street, the Christmas toys on the pavement and in the shops, and the curious and characteristic theatrical hotchpotch, the revue in which all the world is satirised, in the cafes-concerts,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.