And he, you know, was an Austrian-German," added the chevalier.

"But I can tell you that Germany, which is thought here very rustic, is a land of noble chivalry and fine manners, especially in Poland and Hungary, where--" Here the chevalier stopped, fearing to slip into some allusion to his personal happiness; he took out his snuff-box, and confided the rest of his remarks to the princess, who had smiled upon him for thirty-six years and more.
"That speech was rather a delicate one for Louis XV.," said du Ronceret.
"But it was, I think, the Emperor Joseph who made it, and not Louis XV.," remarked Mademoiselle Cormon, in a correcting tone.
"Mademoiselle," said the chevalier, observing the malicious glance exchanged between the judge, the notary, and the recorder, "Madame du Barry was the Suzanne of Louis XV.,--a circumstance well known to scamps like ourselves, but unsuitable for the knowledge of young ladies.

Your ignorance proves you to be a flawless diamond; historical corruptions do not enter your mind." The Abbe de Sponde looked graciously at the Chevalier de Valois, and nodded his head in sign of his laudatory approbation.
"Doesn't mademoiselle know history ?" asked the recorder of mortgages.
"If you mix up Louis XV.

and this girl Suzanne, how am I to know history ?" replied Mademoiselle Cormon, angelically, glad to see that the dish of ducks was empty at last, and the conversation so ready to revive that all present laughed with their mouths full at her last remark.
"Poor girl!" said the Abbe de Sponde.

"When a great misfortune happens, charity, which is divine love, and as blind as pagan love, ought not to look into the causes of it.