"Mon Dieu! these English allies of ours!" "Well!" he said, after a pause, "if Monsieur honours me with such a request, I shall be in and at your service from ten o'clock to-morrow morning." He felt in his pocket and handed me a card with courtesy.

It was quite refreshing to meet such a man in Paris in 1869--so naive, so unassuming, so free from that aggressive self-esteem which characterized Frenchmen before the war.

Since I had arrived in the capital under the circumstances that amused John Turner so consumedly, I had been tempted to raise my fist in the face of every second flaneur I met on the boulevard.
Again I joined my English friend, who was standing where I had left him, looking around him with a stout, good-natured tolerance.
"Well," he asked, "have you got the situation ?" "No; but I am going to call to-morrow morning at ten o'clock and obtain it." "Umph!" said John Turner; "I did not know you were such a scoundrel.".