“Yes, I like caricatures; why not? I don’t see anything wrong about them. And I don’t care whether they’re of Bonaparte, or any other of those gentlemen. To tell you the truth, I wish they would do something worse to them than only make fun of them; but now, with the way Lord Nelson of the Nile has disposed of Bonaparte, one certainly can have a good laugh at him. _He_ doesn’t carry the austerity of his principles as far as you do, my dear Charlotte. “I shall have the inscription of the Queen’s portrait changed; her name is wrong. It ought to be ‘M. A. de Lorraine, Archduchess of Austria.’ The portrait is charming, but all the same it is not the Queen _we_ knew; and I loved her so much better than when that portrait was done. Adorable lady! She was always beautiful and sweet. My dear, I’m ashamed to say I’ve forgotten to tell you that the portrait, though it didn’t come on our day of mourning, did arrive on November 2, her natal day. I thought of Her all day long; and when Mr. Keith came, it quite distracted me, for everything that reminds me of England puts me in such a state of mind. I talked to him about the case; and he tells me that he had given it to the captain and begged him to put it in his pocket, and that he was to see him again in the afternoon. Imagine my uneasiness and impatience! I made a lackey wait at my house all day, and about eight o’clock the precious case was brought to me. I thank you for it with all my heart. I wish I could send you something as precious, but I haven’t an idea what to send. For the rest, I haven’t got anything, not even the black glass for my friend. My dear Charlotte, you will never cure yourself of giving little _coups de patte_; you know that I never guess anything; but still...! That black glass must be for some one who draws, and since I take the trouble of doing your commissions, it must be for some one I like. Adieu, my dear! Forgive this small reflection. But though you’re so used to liberty, you don’t allow me many liberties, I think. Well, it’s better to give them back than to have them stolen--and so I do, you see! A thousand kisses!” _Letter from Count Henri de Frotté to Lady Atkyns._ “Tuesday, January 1, 1805. “Nobody does you more justice than I do, madame; nobody reveres you more. The devotion which the French people displayed during the Revolution was no more than their duty. They owed the sacrifice of their lives to the cause of the restoration of the Monarchy, and of order to the country. “But you, madam, a native of England, _you_, with your feeling heart, have undertaken for this just cause more than could have been hoped for from a lady, and a lady who was a foreigner, and whom nothing bound in any way to our sovereigns, our country, and our troubles. By risking your life, as you have done several times, you have acquired a right to the respectful gratitude of all honourable Frenchmen.