I wish her every success, for we have no reason at all to fear this miserable poet, while the other is formidable.

All the same, an example of some sort must be made.' The darkness was drawing in, and Constant had appeared with a taper to light the candles, but the Emperor ordered him out.
'I like the twilight,' said he.

'No doubt, Monsieur de Laval, after your long residence in England you find yourself also most at home in a dim light.

I think that the brains of these people must be as dense as their fogs, to judge by the nonsense which they write in their accursed papers.' With one of those convulsive gestures which accompanied his sudden outbursts of passion he seized a sheaf of late London papers from the table, and ground them into the fire with his heel.

'An editor!' he cried in the guttural rasping voice which I had heard when I first met him.