What took place during the rest of the evening had better be described by Mr. Pogson himself, who has given us permission to publish his letter:-- ‘QUILLACQ’S HOTEL (_pronounced_ KILLYAX), CALAIS. ‘DEAR TIT,--I arrived at Cally, as they call it, this day, or, rather, yesterday; for it is past midnight, as I sit thinking of a wonderful adventure that has just befallen me. A woman, in course; that’s always the case with _me_, you know: but oh, Tit! if you _could_ but see her! Of the first family in France, the Florval-Melvals, beautiful as an angel, and no more caring for money than I do for split peas. ‘I’ll tell you how it all occurred. Everybody in France, you know, dines at the ordinary--it’s quite distangy to do so. There was only three of us to-day, however,--the Baroness, me, and a gent, who never spoke a word; and we didn’t want him to, neither: do you mark that? ‘You know my way with the women; champagne’s the thing; make ‘em drink, make ‘em talk;--make ‘em talk, make ‘em do anything. So I orders a bottle, as if for myself; and, “Ma’am,” says I, “will you take a glass of Sham--just one?” Take it she did--for you know it’s quite distangy here: everybody dines at the _table-d’hôte_, and everybody accepts everybody’s wine. Bob Irons, who travels in linen, on our circuit, told me that he had made some slap-up acquaintances among the genteelest people at Paris, nothing but by offering them Sham. ‘Well, my Baroness takes one glass, two glasses, three glasses--the old fellow goes--we have a deal of chat (she took me for a military man, she said: is it not singular that so many people should?), and by ten o’clock we had grown so intimate, that I had from her her whole history, knew where she came from, and where she was going. Leave me alone with ‘em; I can find out any woman’s history in half an hour. ‘And where do you think she _is_ going? to Paris, to be sure: she has her seat in what they call the coopy (though you’re not near so cooped in it as in our coaches. I’ve been to the office and seen one of ‘em). She has her place in the coopy, and the coopy holds _three_; so what does Sam Pogson do?--he goes and takes the other two. Ain’t I up to a thing or two? Oh no, not the least; but I shall have her to myself the whole of the way.