I told him that I shared his admiration for that ambassador, who had given me a letter of introduction for a Turkish nobleman, whom he had represented as an intimate friend.

He enquired for the name of the person to whom the letter was addressed, but I could not recollect it, and took the letter out of my pocket-book.

The effendi was delighted when he found that the letter was for himself.

He begged leave to read it at once, and after he had perused it, he kissed the signature and came to embrace me.
This scene pleased M.de Bonneval and all his friends.

The effendi, whose name was Ismail, entreated the pacha to come to dine with him, and to bring me; Bonneval accepted, and fixed a day.
Notwithstanding all the politeness of the effendi, I was particularly interested during our charming dinner in a fine elderly man of about sixty, whose countenance breathed at the same time the greatest sagacity and the most perfect kindness.