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I converse with grave folios in the morning, while my head is clearest and my attention strongest: I take up less severe quartos after dinner; and at night I choose the mixed company and amusing chit-chat of octavos and duodecimos. 'Ye tire parti de tout ce gue je puis'; that is my philosophy; and I mitigate, as much as I can, my physical ills by diverting my attention to other objects.
Shortly afterward the old gentleman came round to us and began conversation, and on my making answer in a way which showed that I knew his title, he turned rather sharply on me and said, ``How do you know that? To this I made answer that even in America we had heard the verse: ``Roi, je ne puis, Prince ne daigne, Rohan je suis.
"Or vous ert par ce livre apris, Que Gresse ot de chevalerie Le premier los et de clergie; Puis vint chevalerie
You may as well define what things. I mean to know." "There was the pupil's youth, the pupil's manhood; his avarice, his ingratitude, his implacability, his inconstancy. Such a bad pupil, Monsieur! so thankless, cold-hearted, unchivalrous, unforgiving! "Et puis?" said he, taking a cigar.
"Pauvre fille!" said the mother, returning her embrace mournfully, "you will wander away from the church, our holy church. It would not have been thus, had we remained in sunny Picardy. Eh! oublier je ne puis." "What is it, chère mère", said Adèle, "that you cannot forget? There is something I have long wished to know. What was there, before you came here to live?
But Lady Hartledon did not hear; or if she heard, did not heed; she was already absorbed in the contents of her letter. "Ici," said Hartledon, pushing the chocolate-pot towards the man, and rallying the best French he could command, "encore du chocolat. Toute froide, this. Et puis dépêchez vous; il est tarde, et nous avons besoin de sortir."
"Frantz Frantz!" she said; and they remained there side by side, silent and burning with emotion, soothed by Madame Dobson's romance, which reached their ears by snatches through the shrubbery: "Ton amour, c'est ma folie. Helas! je n'en puis guei-i-i-r." Suddenly Risler's tall figure appeared in the doorway. "This way, Chebe, this way. They are in the summerhouse."
Scarron, one of Ninon's closest friends, in his Epistle to Sarrazin, thus alludes to this conventual escapade: "Puis j'aurais su * Ce que l'on dit du bel et saint exemple Que la Ninon donne
'Eh bien, Messieurs, wheel to de right. Ah! dat is it! Eh, Monsieur de Bradwardine, ayez la bonte de vous mettre a la tete de votre regiment, car, par Dieu, je n'en puis plus! The Baron of Bradwardine was obliged to go to the assistance of Monsieur de Beaujeu, after he had fairly expended his few English military phrases. One purpose of the Chevalier was thus answered.
The Princesse de Ligne, whose mother was an Englishwoman, made a good observation to me last night. She said, "Je suis roi, je puis vous procurer de malheurs," was plainly the stroke of an English pen. I said, then I had certainly not well imitated the character in which I wrote. You will say I am a bold man to attack both Voltaire and Rousseau.
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