Ambassadeurs the rejected lover of some actress took a gang of bullies
from Montmartre there and hissed and stoned her. I turned up most
innocently and greatly bored in the midst of it but I was too far away
to pound anybody-- I collected two Englishmen and we went in front to
await her re-appearance but she had hysterics and went off in a cab and
so we were not given a second opportunity of showing them they should
play fair. It is a typical incident of the Frenchman and has made me
wrathy. The women watching the prize fight will make a good story and
so will the arms of the red mill, "The Moulin Rouge" they keep turning
and turning and grinding out health and virtue and souls.

I dined to night with the C-----s and P----s, the Ex-Minister and
disagreed with everybody and found them all very middle class as to
intellect. An old English lady next to me said apropos of something
"that is because you are not clever like Mr. ---- and do not have to
work with your brains." To which I said, I did not mind not being
clever as my father was a many times millionaire," at which she became
abjectly polite. Young Rothenstein is going to do a picture of me
to-morrow morning. There is nothing much more to tell except that a
horse stood on his fore legs in the Bois the other day and chucked me
into space. I was very sore but I went on going about as it was the
Varnishing day at the new salon and I wished to see it. I am over my
stiffness now and if "anybody wants to buy a blooming bus" I have one
for sale and five pairs of riding breeches and two of ditto boots. No
more riding for me--- The boxing bag is in good order now and I do not
need for exercise. The lady across the street has a new wrapper in
which she is even more cold and haughty than before. "I sing Tarrara
boom deay and she keeps from liking me."

DICK.

PARIS, May 14th, 1893.

DEAR NORA:

Things are getting more interesting here and I shall probably have
something to write about after all, although I shall not know the place
as I did London. Will Rothenstein has drawn a picture of me that I
like very much and if mother likes it VERY, VERY much she may have it
as a loan but she may not like it. I did not like to take it so I
bought another picture of him, one of Coquelin cadet and now I have
two. Coquelin gave him his first commission when he was nineteen, two
years ago, and then asked him to do two sketches. After these were
done Coquelin told him