d, to be sure, fond of eating men and women; but yet it
appears that their wives often respected them, and they had a sincere
liking for their own hideous children. And, besides the card-players,
there are band-players: every now and then a fiddle from the neighboring
orchestra, or a disorganized bassoon, will step down and drink a glass
of the water, and jump back into his rank again.

Then come the burly troops of English, the honest lawyers, merchants,
and gentlemen, with their wives and buxom daughters, and stout sons,
that, almost grown to the height of manhood, are boys still, with rough
wide-awake hats and shooting-jackets, full of lark and laughter. A
French boy of sixteen has had des passions ere that time, very likely,
and is already particular in his dress, an ogler of the women, and
preparing to kill. Adolphe says to Alphonse--"La voila cette charmante
Miss Fanni, la belle Kickleburi! je te donne ma parole, elle est fraiche
comme une rose! la crois-tu riche, Alphonse?" "Je me range, mon ami,
vois-tu? La vie de garcon me pese. Ma parole d'honneur! je me range."

And he gives Miss Fanny a killing bow, and a glance which seems to say,
"Sweet Anglaise, I know that I have won your heart."

Then besides the young French buck, whom we will willingly suppose
harmless, you see specimens of the French raff, who goes aux eaux:
gambler, speculator, sentimentalist, duellist, travelling with madame
his wife, at whom other raffs nod and wink familiarly. This rogue is
much more picturesque and civilized than the similar person in our own
country: whose manners betray the stable; who never reads anything but
Bell's Life; and who is much more at ease in conversing with a groom
than with his employer. Here come Mr. Boucher and Mr. Fowler: better to
gamble for a score of nights with honest Monsieur Lenoir, than to sit
down in private once with those gentlemen. But we have said that their
profession is going down, and the number of Greeks daily diminishes.
They are travelling with Mr. Bloundell, who was a gentleman once, and
still retains about him some faint odor of that time of bloom; and
Bloundell has put himself on young Lord Talboys, and is trying to get
some money out of that young nobleman. But the English youth of the
present day is a wide-awake youth, and male or female artifices are
expended pretty much in vain on our young travelling companion.

Who come yonder? Those two fellows whom we met at the table-d'hote at