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Yes, said the attache, I know it must be pretty, for I got it at Brequets, with the watch. (How common people always buy their opinions with their goods, and regulate the height of the former by the mere price or fashion of the latter.)

Pray, Mr. Pelham, said Miss Paulding, turning to me, have you got one of Brequets watches yet?

Watch! said I: do you think I could ever wear a watch? I know nothing so plebeian. What can any one, but a man of business, who has nine hours for his counting-house and one for his dinner, ever possibly want to know the time for? An assignation, you will say: true, but (here I played with my best ringlet) if a man is worth having, he is surely worth waiting for!

Miss Paulding opened her eyes, and Mr. Aberton his mouth. A pretty lively French woman opposite (Madame DAnville) laughed, and immediately joined in our conversation, which, on my part, was, during the whole dinner, kept up exactly in the same strain.

What do you think of our streets? said the old, yet still animated Madame de Gs. You will not find them, I fear, so agreeable for walking as the trottoirs in London.

Really, I answered, I have only been once out in your streets, at least a pied, since my arrival, and then I was nearly perishing for want of help.

What do you mean? said Madame DAnville.

Why, I fell into that intersecting stream which you call a kennel, and I a river. Pray, Mr. Aberton, what do you think I did in that dangerous dilemma?

Why, got out again as fast as you could, said the literal attache.

No such thing, I was too frightened: I stood still and screamed for assistance.

Madame DAnville was delighted, and Miss Paulding astonished. Mr. Aberton muttered to a fat, foolish Lord Luscombe, What a damnation puppy,and every one, even to the old Madame de Gs, looked at me six times as attentively as they had done before.

As for me, I was perfectly satisfied with the effect I had produced, and I went away the first, in order to give the men an opportunity of abusing me; for whenever the men abuse, the women, to support alike their coquetry and the conversation, think themselves called upon to defend.

The next day I rode into the Champs Elysees. I always valued myself particularly upon my riding, and my horse was both the most fiery and the most beautiful in Paris. The first person I saw was Madame DAnville. At that moment I was reining in my horse, and conscious, as the wind waved my long curls, that I was looking to the very best advantage, I made my horse bound towards her carriage, which she immediately stopped, and speaking in my natural tone of voice, and without the smallest affectation, I made at once my salutations and my court.

I am going, said she, to the Duchesse Dgs this eveningit is her nightdo come.

I dont know her, said I.

Tell me your hotel, and Ill send you an invitation before dinner, rejoined Madame DAnville.

I lodge, said I, at the Hotel de, Rue de Rivoli, au second at present; next year, I suppose, according to the usual gradations in the life of a garcon, I shall be au troisieme: for here the purse and the person seem to be playing at see-sawthe latter rises as the former descends.

We went on conversing for about a quarter of an hour, in which I endeavoured to make the pretty Frenchwoman believe that all the good opinion I possessed of myself the day before, I had that morning entirely transferred to her account.

As I rode home I met Mr. Aberton, with three or four other men; with that glaring good-breeding, so peculiar to the English, he instantly directed their eyes towards me in one mingled and concentrated stare. Nimporte, thought I, they must be devilish clever fellows if they can find a single fault either in my horse or myself.

CHAPTER XI

Madame DAnville kept her promisethe invitation was duly sent, and accordingly at half past ten to the Rue DAnjou I drove.

The rooms were already full. Lord Bennington was standing by the door, and close by him, looking exceedingly distrait, was my old friend Lord Vincent. They both came towards me at the same moment. Strive not, thought I, looking at the stately demeanour of the one, and the humourous expression of countenance in the otherstrive not, Tragedy nor Comedy, to engross a Garrick. I spoke first to Lord Bennington, for I knew he would be the sooner dispatched, and then for the next quarter of an hour found myself overflowed with all the witticisms poor Lord Vincent had for days been obliged to retain. I made an engagement to dine with him at Verys the next day, and then glided off towards Madame DAnville.

She was surrounded with men, and talking to each with that vivacity which, in a Frenchwoman, is so graceful, and in an Englishwoman would be so vulgar. Though her eyes were not directed towards me, she saw me approach by that instinctive perception which all coquets possess, and suddenly altering her seat, made way for me beside her. I did not lose so favourable an opportunity of gaining her good graces, and losing those of all the male animals around her. I sunk down on the vacant chair, and contrived, with the most unabashed effrontery, and yet with the most consummate dexterity, to make every thing that I said pleasing to her, revolting to some one of her attendants. Wormwood himself could not have succeeded better. One by one they dropped off, and we were left alone among the crowd. Then, indeed, I changed the whole tone of my conversation. Sentiment succeeded to satire, and the pretence of feeling to that of affectation. In short, I was so resolved to please that I could scarcely fail to succeed.

In this main object of the evening I was not however solely employed. I should have been very undeserving of that character for observation which I flatter myself I peculiarly deserve, if I had not during the three hours I stayed at Madame Dgs, conned over every person remarkable for any thing, from rank to a ribbon. The duchesse herself was a fair, pretty, clever woman, with manners rather English than French. She was leaning, at the time I paid my respects to her, on the arm of an Italian count, tolerably well known at Paris. Poor Oi! I hear he is just married. He did not deserve so heavy a calamity!

Sir Henry Millington was close by her, carefully packed up in his coat and waistcoat. Certainly that man is the best padder in Europe.

Come and sit by me, Millington, cried old Lady Oldtown; I have a good story to tell you of the Duc de Ge.

Sir Henry, with difficulty, turned round his magnificent head, and muttered out some unintelligible excuse. The fact was, that poor Sir Henry was not that evening made to sit downhe had only his standing up coat on. Lady Oldtownheaven knowsis easily consoled. She supplied the place of the dilapidated baronet with a most superbly mustachioed German.

Who, said I, to Madame DAnville, are those pretty girls in white, talking with such eagerness to Mr. Aberton and Lord Luscombe?

What! said the Frenchwoman, have you been ten days at Paris and not been introduced to the Miss Carltons? Let me tell you that your reputation among your countrymen at Paris depends solely upon their verdict.

And upon your favour, added I.

Ah! said she, you must have had your origin in France; you have something about you presque Parisien.

Pray, said I, (after having duly acknowledged this compliment, the very highest that a Frenchwoman can bestow) what did you really and candidly think of our countrymen during your residence in England?

I will tell you, answered Madame DAnville; they are brave, honest, generous, mais ils sont demi-barbares.

CHAPTER XII

The next morning I received a letter from my mother.

My dear Henry, began my affectionate and incomparable parent

My dear Henry,

You have now fairly entered the world, and though at your age my advice may be but little followed, my experience cannot altogether be useless. I shall, therefore, make no apology for a few precepts, which I hope may tend to make you a wiser and better man.

I hope, in the first place, that you have left your letter at the ambassadors, and that you will not fail to go there as often as possible. Pay your court in particular to Lady. She is a charming person, universally popular, and one of the very few English people to whom one may safely be civil. Apropos, of English civility, you have, I hope, by this time discovered, that you have to assume a very different manner with French people than with our own countrymen: with us, the least appearance of feeling or enthusiasm is certain to be ridiculed every where; but in France, you may venture to seem not quite devoid of all natural sentiments: indeed, if you affect enthusiasm, they will give you credit for genius, and they will place all the qualities of the heart to the account of the head. You know that in England, if you seem desirous of a persons acquaintance you are sure to lose it; they imagine you have some design upon their wives or their dinners; but in France you can never lose by politeness: nobody will call your civility forwardness and pushing. If the Princess De T, and the Duchesse de D, ask you to their houses (which indeed they will, directly you have left your letters), go there two or three times a week, if only for a few minutes in the evening. It is very hard to be acquainted with great French people, but when you are, it is your own fault if you are not intimate with them.

Most English people have a kind of diffidence and scruple at calling in the eveningthis is perfectly misplaced: the French are never ashamed of themselves, like us, whose persons, families, and houses are never fit to be seen, unless they are dressed out for a party.

Dont imagine that the ease of French manners is at all like what we call ease: you must not lounge on your chairnor put your feet upon a stoolnor forget yourself for one single moment when you are talking with women.

You have heard a great deal about the gallantries of the French ladies; but remember that they demand infinitely greater attention than English women do; and that after a months incessant devotion, you may lose every thing by a moments impolitesse.

You will not, my dear son, misinterpret these hints. I suppose, of course, that all your liaisons are platonic.

Your father is laid up with the gout, and dreadfully ill-tempered and peevish; however, I keep out of the way as much as possible. I dined yesterday at Lady Rosevilles: she praised you very much, said your manners were particularly good, and that you had already quite the usage du monde. Lord Vincent is, I understand, at Paris: though very tiresome with his learning and Latin, he is exceedingly clever and repandu; be sure to cultivate his acquaintance.

If you are ever at a loss as to the individual character of a person you wish to gain, the general knowledge of human nature will teach you one infallible specific,flattery! The quantity and quality may vary according to the exact niceties of art; but, in any quantity and in any quality, it is more or less acceptable, and therefore certain to please. Only never (or at least very rarely) flatter when other people, besides the one to be flattered, are by; in that case you offend the rest, and you make even your intended dupe ashamed to be pleased.

In general, weak minds think only of others, and yet seem only occupied with themselves; you, on the contrary, must appear wholly engrossed with those about you, and yet never have a single idea which does not terminate in yourself: a fool, my dear Henry, flatters himselfa wise man flatters the fool.

God bless you, my dear child, take care of your healthdont forget Coulon; and believe me your most affectionate mother,

By the time I had read this letter and dressed myself for the evening, Vincents carriage was at the porte cocher. I hate the affection of keeping people waiting, and went down so quickly, that I met his facetious lordship upon the stairs. Devilish windy, said I, as we were getting into the carriage.

Yes, said Vincent; but the moral Horace reminds us of our remedies as well as our misfortune

Jam galeam Pallas, et aegida, Currusque parat,

that is, Providence that prepares the gale, gives us also a great coat and a carriage.

We were not long driving to the Palais Royal. Verys was crowded to excessA very low set! said Lord Vincent, (who, being half a liberal, is of course a thorough aristocrat) looking round at the various English who occupied the apartment.

There was, indeed, a motley congregation; country esquires; extracts from the Universities; half-pay officers; city clerks in frogged coats and mustachios; two or three of a better looking description, but in reality half swindlers, half gentlemen. All, in short, fit specimens of that wandering tribe, which spread over the continent the renown and the ridicule of good old England. I know not why it is that we should look and act so very disgracefully abroad; but I never meet in any spot out of this happy island, a single Englishman, without instinctively blushing for my native country.

Garcon, garcon, cried a stout gentleman, who made one of three at the table next to us. Donnez-nous une sole frite pour un, et des pommes de terre pour trois!

Humph! said Lord Vincent; fine ideas of English taste these garcons must entertain; men who prefer fried soles and potatoes to the various delicacies they can command here, might, by the same perversion of taste, prefer Bloomfields poems to Byrons. Delicate taste depends solely upon the physical construction; and a man who has it not in cookery, must want it in literature. Fried sole and potatoes!! If I had written a volume, whose merit was in elegance, I would not show it to such a man!but he might be an admirable critic upon Cobbetts Register, or Every Man his own Brewer.