y a gentleman. I entered into conversation with him; and
was surprised at his almost immediately offering me his watch, trinkets,
and rings for sale. Still I thought this might arise from French
manners: I had not a doubt he was a gentleman.--How great was my
surprise, when a gentleman from the other side of the room called him by
name, and bid him bring a cup of coffee and a glass of liqueur--My
friend was one of the waiters of the coffeehouse. Such is the mixture of
French society--such is the effect of citizenship.

Our landlord, Mr A----, keeps a retail shop for toys, perfumery,
cutlery, and all manner of articles. I did not think that we had given
him any encouragement on our fist arrival; but he is now become a pest
to us: he honours us with his company at all hours, and comes and seats
himself with our other acquaintances, of whatever rank they may be. I
have been forced at last to be rude to him, in never asking him to sit
down when any one is with us. _The physician shakes him by the hand--so
does the banker_. When I had purchased my horse, our banker spoke to a
little mean-looking body, a paper-maker, to buy some corn and hay for
it. I was astonished when the banker ended his speech by an
affectionate[9] "_Adieu, a revoir a souper_." I am told, however, that
this mixture of ranks, and this condescension on the part of superiors,
is only practised at times, and to serve a purpose; and that, although
the nobleman will sit down in the kitchen of an inn, and converse
familiarly with the servants there, and though he will sit down in a
shop, and prattle with the Bourgeoise, yet he keeps his place most
proudly in society, inviting and receiving only his equals and
superiors. The familiarity of all ranks with their own servants is most
disgusting; but, from their poverty, the higher classes must condescend.

Yesterday evening, I had an interesting conversation with Mr L. B. an
intelligent and well informed man, of good family, eminent in his
profession, and high in the opinion of all the society here; he is a
devoted royalist. Among other interesting anecdotes which he related, I
can only recollect these:

Bonaparte had got into some scrape at Toulon, where he was well known as
a bad and troublesome character; he was arrested, and put under a guard
commanded by a near relation of Mr L. B. Barras, then at the height of
his power in Paris, not knowing what to do with some of his royalist
enemies, sent for Bonaparte,