Mohl said that he did not believe Louis Philippe to be nearly so rich a man as he was supposed to be.

He had spent, he said, enormous sums on the chateaux he had restored, and was affirmed by those who had the means of knowing the fact, to be at that time twelve millions of francs in debt.
My liking for Mohl seems to have been fully justified by the estimation he was generally held in.

I find in a recently published volume by Kathleen O'Meara on the life of my old friend, Miss Clarke, who afterwards became his wife, the following passage quoted from Sainte-Beuve, who describes him as "a man who was the very embodiment of learning and of inquiry, an oriental _savant_--more than a _savant_--a sage, with a mind clear, loyal, and vast; a German mind passed through an English filter, a cloudless, unruffled mirror, open and limpid; of pure and frank morality; early disenchanted with all things; with a grain of irony devoid of all bitterness, the laugh of a child under a bald head; a Goethe-like intelligence, but free from all prejudice." "A charming and _spirituelle_ Frenchwoman," Miss O'Meara goes on to say, "said of Julius Mohl that Nature in forming his character had skimmed the cream of the three nationalities to which he belonged by birth, by adoption and by marriage, making him deep as a German, _spirituel_ as a Frenchman, and loyal as an Englishman." I may insert here the following short note from Madame Mohl, because the manner of it is very characteristic of her.

It is, as was usual with her, undated.
* * * * * "MY DEAR MR.

TROLLOPE,--By accident I have just learned that you are in London.