She did me the favour to tell me that she tolerated me until I should become efficient in German to amuse her, but the dulness of the Belgian city compared with her lively German watering-places compelled her to try my powers of fun in French, and in French I had to do duty, and failed in my office.
'Do you know,' said she, 'that your honourable papa is one in a million?
He has the life of a regiment in his ten fingers.

What astonishes me is that he does not make fury in that England of yours--that Lapland! Je ne puffs me passer de cet homme! He offends me, he trifles, he outrages, he dares permit himself to be indignant.

Bon! we part, and absence pleads for him with the eloquence of Satan.

I am his victim.

Does he, then, produce no stir whatever in your England?
But what a people! But yes, you resemble us, as bottles--bottles; seulement, you are emptied of your wine.