Ever since the evening I had met her at the ambassador's, I had paid her the most unceasing attentions.

I soon discovered that she had a curious sort of liaison with one of the attaches--a short, ill-made gentleman, with high shoulders, and a pale face, who wore a blue coat and buff waistcoat, wrote bad verses, and thought himself handsome.

All Paris said she was excessively enamoured of this youth.

As for me, I had not known her four days before I discovered that she could not be excessively enamoured of any thing but an oyster pete and Lord Byron's Corsair.

Her mind was the most marvellous melange of sentiment and its opposite.