Paris is too large; little people like myself feel their smallness more here than elsewhere; it does not require an excess of pride for one to dislike being reduced to the state of an atom.

Residing in Vienna suits me better; I breathe freer there; it is a city better adapted to my size and taste.

Birds do wrong to change their nests." Thereupon, he began to describe and warmly extol the Prater and its fine walks, Schonbrunn, its botanical gardens and the Gloriette, the church of St.Stephen's, and the limpid waters of the Danube; sometimes addressing himself to Antoinette, who listened without a word, and sometimes to Mme.

de Lorcy, whose eyes were turned at intervals towards M.Langis, seeming to say to him: "Was I not right?
Confess that your apprehensions lacked common-sense.

Do you hear him?
he has only half an hour to spend with her, and he describes the Prater.