What deliberations there were about the dinner. Should it be a big affair or a small one? Where should _he_ be placed? Opposite me or at my side? Mama at first held out for opposite. She maintained that I produce a much better effect _en face_ than _en profil_, especially when I am _décolletée_, and of course I _was décolletée_. I stuck out for being at his side. I didn't feel at all nervous at the idea of having him near me. It was necessary to make him talk, so as to be able to take his measure. I still held to my resolution of not getting married without knowing what I was doing. So, of course, he was put at my side--on my right. So as not to be too hungry, and to have plenty of time for cross-questioning, I had a pretty substantial lunch at five o'clock. That left me free to turn the conversation as I wished--which I did. We were at table over an hour and a half, and at the end of that time I was convinced that we were made for each other. We first talked about carriages and hunting. It was a splendid start. I discovered immediately that his ideal of a horse is just the same as mine--not too thin, and not too high--light certainly, but not too slim; elegant, but well formed. I think he was somewhat surprised to find that I was _au fait_ in such matters. About carriages and gear our ideas are exactly the same. He was both surprised and charmed. When dinner began he was evidently excited and ill at ease, but as we chatted, and I put him at his ease, the conversation began to go swimmingly. We spoke the same language. We were made to understand each other. He hunts boars with a pack of eighty hounds--magnificent animals of the best breed. He described his hunting suit minutely--coat _à la française_, color of dead leaves, facings and pockets of blue velvet. It would be charming to have a costume to harmonize with the dead leaves. I have already an idea for a little hat--a dainty little thing. One reason which induces me to favor him is that, as a rule, we have to choose our husbands from among men who have nothing to do, and who live lives of the most appalling idleness. That is the reason why _ennui_ and fatigue ruins so many happy households. His time is, however, quite occupied. He hasn't a single minute of free time which he can really call his own. His energy and intellect are employed in pursuits which are at the same time useful and elegant. He is one of the leaders of a very _chic clique_, which has just been organized; member of the committee of a pigeon-shooting society, and of a skaters' league; he is interested in a society for steeplechasing, and is part owner of a stud of race-horses. With so many irons in the fire it is evident that he is fully occupied.