_Gallois_,[194] a Tribune, uncommonly interesting in his manner, with a countenance that proclaims his talents and gentle, amiable heart. _Abbé Morellet_,[195] an old _économiste_. Sprightly, altho’ he is turned of eighty. _Molé_,[196] a descendant of the great President of that name. We knew him well in England; a mild, gentlemanlike young man, very unlike a young Frenchman. _Chevalier Acerbi_,[197] an Italian Cisalpine. He travelled to North Cape, and has published two 4to. vols. of his journey; a clever man, great facility of languages. _Le Chevalier de la Bintinaye_, nephew of the _ci-devant_ Archbishop of Bordeaux. _Marquise de Coigny_, celebrated for her wit. Her daughter, a charming girl. [Sidenote: M. DE NARBONNE] _Narbonne._[198] The scandalous chronicles of the old Court report that he is the son of Mde. Adélaïde of France. He is strikingly like the Bourbons, but depraved as were the manners, it is too repugnant to nature to credit the whole story. His conversation is brilliant, full of lively sallies, and, upon the whole, he is one of the most agreeable persons in society I ever met with. He was Minister of War for a moment just after the King accepted the Constitution. He is attached to Mde. de Staël, who has the most uncontrolled dominion over his opinions and conduct. His person is a more divided property. He used to be Talleyrand’s intimate friend, but Mde. Grand, finding him averse to her elevation, by degrees broke the friendship. _Ségur_,[199] son of the Comte, a promising, rising young man, married to Mde. d’Aguesseau’s daughter. _Young Ségur_, a flippant lad, vain of having made under McDonald a campaign, which he has written, and of having gone, by order of Bonaparte, with more celerity than was ever done, from Paris to Madrid and back again. Age and some well-directed rebuffs will be of infinite service to him. _Mde. d’Aguesseau._ _Jaucourt_,[200] a Tribune. Under the days of the Court he was distinguished for his _galanterie_ and _dévouement_ in affairs of intrigue. There is a famous anecdote of his losing his thumb not to betray a lady whose house he quitted by stealth at daybreak. The Swiss heard a noise at the gate, and shut it with violence; Jaucourt’s thumb was crushed, but he made no noise, and for many years the adventure was secret. He is now married, according to the licence allowed by the Revolution, to Mde. de la Châtre. He is an agreeable man, she is clever.