text:  Madame Spiegler is still not beyond a waltz and in the very whirl of one last night she turned to me and _implored_ that I should 'move heaven and earth ' as she termed it--with her blue eyes thrown up to the chandelier and her remarkably pretty and well-_chausse'd_ feet still beating time to the dance--to bring her disconsolate bosom tidings of her '_frere si bien aime si malheureux_