I shall have to speak of him very often in these Memoirs, and my readers will make his acquaintance by his deeds better than by any portrait I could give of him, so I will merely say that he was a true Tartufe, a worthy pupil of Escobar.
We had a pleasant dinner with our Hungarian friend.

Henriette was still wearing the uniform, and I longed to see her dressed as a woman.

She expected a dress to be ready for the next day, and she was already supplied with petticoats and chemises.
Henriette was full of wit and a mistress of repartee.

The milliner, who was a native of Lyons, came in one morning, and said in French: "Madame et Monsieur, j'ai l'honneur de vous souhaiter le bonjour." "Why," said my friend, "do you not say Monsieur et madame ?" "I have always heard that in society the precedence is given to the ladies." "But from whom do we wish to receive that honour ?" "From gentlemen, of course." "And do you not see that women would render themselves ridiculous if they did not grant to men the same that they expect from them.

If we wish them never to fail in politeness towards us, we must shew them the example." "Madam," answered the shrewd milliner, "you have taught me an excellent lesson, and I will profit by it.