I wish to shew you ten stanzas of her composition, my dear abbe, but you must promise to be very discreet about it." "Your eminence may rely on me." He opened his bureau and brought forth the stanzas of which he was the subject.

I read them, found them well written, but devoid of enthusiasm; they were the work of a poet, and expressed love in the words of passion, but were not pervaded by that peculiar feeling by which true love is so easily discovered.

The worthy cardinal was doubtless guilty of a very great indiscretion, but self-love is the cause of so many injudicious steps! I asked his eminence whether he had answered the stanzas.
"No," he replied, "I have not; but would you feel disposed to lend me your poetical pen, always under the seal of secrecy ?" "As to secrecy, monsignor, I promise it faithfully; but I am afraid the marchioness will remark the difference between your style and mine." "She has nothing of my composition," said the cardinal; "I do not think she supposes me a fine poet, and for that reason your stanzas must be written in such a manner that she will not esteem them above my abilities." "I will write them with pleasure, monsignor, and your eminence can form an opinion; if they do not seem good enough to be worthy of you, they need not be given to the marchioness." "That is well said.

Will you write them at once ?" "What! now, monsignor?
It is not like prose." "Well, well! try to let me have them to-morrow." We dined alone, and his eminence complimented me upon my excellent appetite, which he remarked was as good as his own; but I was beginning to understand my eccentric host, and, to flatter him, I answered that he praised me more than I deserved, and that my appetite was inferior to his.

The singular compliment delighted him, and I saw all the use I could make of his eminence.
Towards the end of the dinner, as we were conversing, the marchioness made her appearance, and, as a matter of course, without being announced.
Her looks threw me into raptures; I thought her a perfect beauty.