On the way down he encounters a maid of my wife's, who is very pretty; he stops and, regarding my son, says: "You must as a good Republican, sleep with that girl and marry her." I look at him and reply: "Monsieur Velu, listen; we are well behaved here, and such language cannot be allowed.

You must respect the young people in my house." A little disconcerted, he tames down and is quite deferential to Madame de Cheverney.--"You have pen and ink on your table," he says, "bring them here." "What for," I ask, "to take my inventory ?" "No, but I must make a proces-verbal.

You help me; it will be better for you, as you can fix it to suit you" This was not badly done, to conceal his want of knowledge .-- We go in to dinner.

My servants waited on the table; I had not yielded to the system of a general table for all of us, which would not have pleased my servants any more than myself.

Curiosity led them all to come in and see us dining together.--"Brother," says Velu to me, "don't these people eat with you ?" (He saw the table set for only four persons.) I reply: "Brother, that would not be any more agreeable to them than to myself.