"I have seen much English!" said the lady, for the first time speaking in our language. "Ah!" said I, giving another squeeze. "You are handsome, garcon," renewed the lady. "I am so," I replied. At that moment Bedos entered, and whispered that Madame D'Anville was in the anti-room. "Good heavens!" said I, knowing her jealousy of disposition, "what is to be done? Oblige me, Madame," seizing the unfortunate mistress of the hotel, and opening the door to the back entrance--"There," said I, "you can easily escape. Bon jour." Hardly had I closed the door, and put the key in my pocket, before Madame D'Anville entered. "Do you generally order your servants to keep me waiting in your anti- room?" said she haughtily. "Not generally," I replied, endeavouring to make my peace; but all my complaisance was in vain--she was jealous of my intimacy with the Duchesse de Perpignan, and glad of any excuse to vent her pique. I am just the sort of man to bear, but never to forgive a woman's ill temper, viz.--it makes no impression on me at the time, but leaves a sore recollection of something disagreeable, which I internally resolve never again to experience. Madame D'Anville was going to the Luxembourg; and my only chance of soothing her anger was to accompany her. Down stairs, therefore, we went, and drove to the Luxembourg; I gave Bedos, before my departure, various little commissions, and told him he need not be at home till the evening. Long before the expiration of an hour, Madame D'Anville's ill humour had given me an excuse for affecting it myself. Tired to death of her, and panting for release, I took a high tone--complained of her ill temper, and her want of love--spoke rapidly-- waited for no reply, and leaving her at the Luxembourg, proceeded forthwith to Galignani's, like a man just delivered from a strait waistcoat.