See these panels painted by Muller--this chandelier by Deniere, of which no copy exists--this bust of Napoleon by Canova--these hangings of purple and gold--this ceiling all carved and gilded, than which Versailles contains nothing more elaborate.

_Allons donc_! have you nothing to say in admiration of so much splendor ?" I shook my head.
"What can I say?
Is this the house of an actress, or the palace of a prince?
But stay--that pale woman yonder, all in white, with a plain gold circlet on her head--who is she ?" "Phedre herself," replied Dalrymple.

"Follow me, and be introduced." She was sitting in a large fauteuil of purple velvet.

One foot rested on a stool richly carved and gilt; one arm rested negligently on a table covered with curious foreign weapons.

In her right hand she held a singular poignard, the blade of which was damascened with gold, while the handle, made of bronze and exquisitely modelled, represented a tiny human skeleton.