d 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 on 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 D--g's, 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 O--i! 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 G--e."

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 down--he had only his standing
up coat on. Lady Oldtown--heaven knows--is easily consoled. She supplied
the place of the dilapidated baronet with a most superbly mustachioed
German.

"Who," said I, to Madame D'Anville, "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 tel