When I got back to my room, I found Le Duc occupied in unpacking my mails; and telling him to give my linen to Madame Dubois, I went into a pretty cabinet adjoining, where there was a desk and all materials necessary for writing. This closet had only one window facing north, but it commanded a view capable of inspiring the finest thoughts. I was amusing myself with the contemplation of this sublime prospect, when I heard a knock at my door. It was my pretty housekeeper, who wore a modest and pleasant expression, and did not in the least resemble a person who bears a complaint. "What can I do for you, madam?" "I hope you will be good enough to order your man to be polite to me?" "Certainly; how has he failed in politeness?" "He might possibly tell you in no respect. He wanted to kiss me, and as I refused he thought himself justified in being rather insolent." "How?" "By laughing at me. You will pardon me, sir, but I do not like people who make game." "You are right; they are sure to be either silly or malicious. Make yourself easy; Le Duc shall understand that you are to be treated with respect. You will please sup with me." Le Duc came in soon after, and I told him to behave respectfully towards Madame Dubois. "She's a sly cat," said the rascal; "she wouldn't let me kiss her." "I am afraid you are a bad fellow." "Is she your servant or your mistress?" "She might be my wife." "Oh! well, that's different. That will do; Madame Dubois shall have all respect, and I will try my luck somewhere else." I had a delicious supper. I was contented with my cook, my butler, my housekeeper, and even with my Spaniard, who waited capitally at table. After supper I sent out Le Duc and the other servant, and as soon as I was alone with my too lovely housekeeper, who had behaved at table like a woman of the world, I begged her to tell me her history.