and when I look back to him I behold it in his hands his tablet, and one pencil. O, he was at the work, I give it you my honour, of writing down all what I say to some persons whatsoever in the room. I was angry enough, pretty much so. But soon I found out I was myself the monster he came to observe. O, he is a very good man Mr Boswell at the bottom, so witty, cheerful, so talkable. But at the first, Oh I was indeed _fache_ of the sufficient.' This first glimpse of Bozzy at work is delightful. He was in fact "making himself," all unknown the while, as Shortreed said of Scott over the Liddesdale raids. He dined with the general and suite. In spite of, perhaps by very reason of, his protestations of having no diplomatic mission, the highest attention was shewn him as an accredited envoy from St James'. In the morning chocolate was served up to him on a silver salver with the national arms; he rode out on the general's horse, with guards marching before him. Paoli knew sufficient English to maintain the dialogue, having picked up some slight knowledge of the tongue from Irish refugee officers in the Neapolitan service. His library was turned over by his inquisitive guest, who found among the books some odd volumes of _The Spectator_ and _The Tatler_, Pope's _Essay on Man_, _Gulliver's Travels_, and Barclay's _Apology for the Quakers_. His good humour, as it had won on the general, endeared the supposed _ambasciadore Inglese_ to the peasants, and he had a Corsican dress made for him. Of that dress--'in which I walked about with an air of true satisfaction'--every one who has heard of James Boswell has read, and it is inseparable somehow from our conceptions of the man and writer.