"I merely called to ask you how you did, and hope you were well accommodated." "Rather late, considering I have been six weeks in the house," thought I, revolving in my mind various reports I had heard of my present visitor's disposition to gallantry.

However, seeing it was all over with me, I resigned myself, with the patience of a martyr, to the fate that I foresaw.

I rose, approached her chair, took her hand (very hard and thin it was too), and thanked her with a most affectionate squeeze.
"I have seen much English!" said the lady, for the first time speaking in our language.
"Ah!" said I, giving another squeeze.
"You are handsome, garcon," renewed the lady.
"I am so," I replied.
At that moment Bedos entered, and whispered that Madame D'Anville was in the anti-room.
"Good heavens!" said I, knowing her jealousy of disposition, "what is to be done?
Oblige me, Madame," seizing the unfortunate mistress of the hotel, and opening the door to the back entrance--"There," said I, "you can easily escape.

Bon jour." Hardly had I closed the door, and put the key in my pocket, before Madame D'Anville entered.
"Do you generally order your servants to keep me waiting in your anti-room ?" said she haughtily.
"Not generally," I replied, endeavouring to make my peace; but all my complaisance was in vain--she was jealous of my intimacy with the Duchesse de Perpignan, and glad of any excuse to vent her pique.

I am just the sort of man to bear, but never to forgive a woman's ill temper, viz .-- it makes no impression on me at the time, but leaves a sore recollection of something disagreeable, which I internally resolve never again to experience.