“Sir, shall I send for someone speaking French?” “You need not do so, I am an Italian.” “God be praised! Italians are scarce in these days.” “Why scarce?” “Do you not know that Don Philip has arrived, and that his wife, Madame de France, is on the road?” “I congratulate you, for it must make trade very good. I suppose that money is plentiful, and that there is abundance of all commodities.” “That is true, but everything is high in price, and we cannot get reconciled to these new fashions. They are a bad mixture of French freedom and Spanish haughtiness which addles our brains. But, sir, what sort of linen do you require?” “In the first place, I must tell you that I never try to drive a hard bargain, therefore be careful. If you charge me too much, I shall not come again. I want some fine linen for twenty-four chemises, some dimity for stays and petticoats, some muslin, some cambric for pocket-handkerchiefs, and many other articles which I should be very glad to find in your shop, for I am a stranger here, and God knows in what hands I am going to trust myself!” “You will be in honest ones, if you will give me your confidence.” “I am sure that you deserve it, and I abandon my interests to you. I want likewise to find some needlewomen willing to work in the lady’s room, because she requires everything to be made very rapidly.” “And dresses?” “Yes, dresses, caps, mantles-in fact, everything, for she is naked.” “With money she will soon have all she wants. Is she young?” “She is four years younger than I. She is my wife.” “Ah! may God bless you! Any children?” “Not yet, my good lady; but they will come, for we do all that is necessary to have them.” “I have no doubt of it. How pleased I am! Well, sir, I shall send for the very phoenix of all dressmakers. In the mean time, choose what you require, it will amuse you.” I took the best of everything and paid, and the dressmaker making her appearance at that moment I gave my address, requesting that various sorts of stuff might be sent at once. I told the dressmaker and her daughter, who had come with her, to follow me and to carry the linen. On my way to the hotel I bought several pairs of silk stockings, and took with me a bootmaker who lived close by. Oh, what a delightful moment! Henriette, who had not the slightest idea of what I had gone out for, looked at everything with great pleasure, yet without any of those demonstrations which announce a selfish or interested disposition. She shewed her gratitude only by the delicate praise which she bestowed upon my taste and upon the quality of the articles I had purchased. She was not more cheerful on account of my presents, but the tender affection with which she looked at me was the best proof of her grateful feelings.