us to suppose that he was not indifferent to the attractions, new to him, of the boulevards. Although he did not frequent the _Café Turc_, the _Babillards_ and the _Café Sergent_, where an elderly spinster of quality would have felt out of place, he greatly enjoyed the _Théâtre des Danseuses du Roi_, where Nicollet had lately made changes, and instead of pantomimes, real plays were being performed. He even visited Curtius’ famous shop, where the “_mannequins illuminés_” could be seen, the figures in wax of the royal family and of the leading people of the day. On being informed of his arrival, the impresario wished to avail himself of the opportunity for taking his portrait. But we must conclude that d’Eon did not care to appear in effigy amidst the illustrious company assembled in the _Salons du Boulevard du Temple_, for Curtius wrote, some time after, begging him to grant him this favour. D’Eon was unable to fall in with these renewed entreaties, for he had already left Paris. Curtius’ letter followed him to Tonnerre, whither he had retired at the beginning of spring, to look after his small property. From that date to the year 1785 nothing worthy of note occurred to disturb, or even to relieve, the monotony of his life. Famous travellers did not fail to call upon him on their way through Tonnerre; they devoted the time of changing horses to conversation with the Burgundian heroine, admiring this odd phenomenon, by no means the least interesting curiosity on their route. Prince Henry of Prussia, whose acquaintance d’Eon had made in Germany, wished to meet the former captain of dragoons again. He did not think it beneath his dignity to have supper with the Chevalière and her aged mother, who was very nervous in the presence of so illustrious a guest. The Comte d’Albon, an intrepid traveller who had the gift of shrewd observation as well as a rare talent for telling stories, scribbled on a sheet of paper, which he hastily sealed with a crown-piece, the following laconic note of regret:— The Comte d’Albon greets, embraces, and loves Mademoiselle d’Eon with all his heart. He is passing through Tonnerre in a post-chaise and is in despair at being in so great a hurry as to be unable to see her and tell her once more how sincere are the sentiments that he has avowed to her for life. D’Eon was received with cordiality in neighbouring country houses: at Persey, by the Comte d’Ailly; at Croûtes, by the Vicomte de Lespinasse; and especially at Anci-le-Franc, where all the members of the Louvois family met in summer—the Marquis and the Marquise de Louvois, the Marquis de Courtenvaux and Madame de Souvré. Entertainments, balls and theatricals, in which every guest was called upon to take part, followed one another in rapid succession. D’Eon supplied costumes, “some laced coats of brown camlet,” and he himself, whose life was one long comedy, was one of the actors, though the part was a small one for so great a virtuoso.