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I had a mind to let the poor fellow have his humour-Then prithee, said I, let me see it.
La Fleur instantly pulled out a little dirty pocket book cramm'd full of small letters and billet-doux in a sad condition, and laying it upon the table, and then untying the string which held them all together, run them over one by one, till he came to the letter in question-La voila, said he, clapping his hands: so unfolding it first, he laid it before me, and retired three steps from the table whilst I read it.
E suis penetré de la douler la plus vive, et reduit en même temps au desespoir par ce retour imprevû du Corporal qui rend notre entrevue de ce soir la chose du monde la plus impossible.
Mais vive la joie ! et toute la mienne sera de penser à vous.
L'amour n'est rien sans sentiment.
Et le sentiment est encore moins sans amour. On dit qu'on ne doit jamais se desesperer. On dit aussi que Monsieur le Corporal monte la garde Mercredi: alors ce sera mon tour.
Chacun à son tour.
En attendant-Vive l'amour! et vive la
Je suis, MADAMe,
Avec toutes les sentiments les
plus respectueux et les plus
It was but changing the Corporal into the Count-and saying nothing about mounting guard on Wednesday—and the letter was neither right or wrong-so to gratify the poor fellow, who stood trembling, for my honour, his own, and the honour of his letter-I took the cream gently off it, and whipping it up in my own way-I seal'd it up and sent him with it to Madame de L*** -and the next morning we pursued our journey to Paris.
HEN a man can contest the point by dint of equipage, and carry on all floundering before him with half a dozen lackies and a couple of cooks—'tis very well in such a place as Paris—he may drive in at which end of a street he will.
A poor prince who is weak in cavalry, and whose whole infantry does not exceed a single man, had best quit the field; and signalize himself in the cabinet, if he can get up into it—I say up into it
for there is no descending perpendicular amongst 'em with a "Me voici, mes enfans"-here I amwhatever many may think.
I own my first sensations, as soon as I was left solitary and alone in my own chamber in the hotel, were far from being so flattering as I had prefigured them. I walked up gravely to the window in my dusty black coat, and looking through the glass saw all the world in yellow, blue, and green, running at the ring of pleasure. -The old with broken lances, and in helmets which had lost their vizards—the young in armour bright which shone like gold, beplumed with each gay feather of the east-all-all-tilting at it like fascinated knights in tournaments of yore for fame and love
Alas, poor Yorick! cried I, what art thou doing here? On the very first onset of all this glittering clatter thou art reduced to an atom—seek —seek some winding alley, with a tourniquet at the end of it, where chariot never rolled or flambeau shot its rays—there thou mayest solace thy soul in converse sweet with some kind grisset of a barber's wife, and get into such coteries!