o and
hear Mr. Jacob at the Ebenezer. Mr. Potter was not a good preacher,
certainly.

"Savez-vows qu'elle est furieusement belle, la fille du Reverend?"
whispered His Highness to me. "I have made eyes at her during the
sermon. They will be of pretty neighbours these meess!" and Paul looked
unutterably roguish and victorious as he spoke. To my wife, I am
bound to say, Monsieur de Moncontour showed a courtesy, a respect
and kindness, that could not be exceeded. He admired her. He paid her
compliments innumerable, and gave me I am sure sincere congratulations
at possessing such a treasure. I do not think he doubted about his power
of conquering her, or any other of the daughters of women. But I was the
friend of his misfortunes--his guest; and he spared me.

I have seen nothing more amusing, odd, and pleasant than Florac at this
time of his prosperity. We arrived, as this veracious chronicle has
already asserted, on a Saturday evening. We were conducted to our most
comfortable apartments; with crackling fires blazing on the hearths, and
every warmth of welcome. Florac expanded and beamed with good-nature.
He shook me many times by the hand; he patted me; he called me his
good--his brave.

He cried to his maitre d'hotel, "Frederic, remember monsieur is master
here! Run before his orders. Prostrate thyself to him. He was good to
me in the days of my misfortune. Hearest thou, Frederic? See that
everything be done for Monsieur Pendennis--for madame sa charmante
lady--for her angelic infant, and the bonne. None of thy garrison tricks
with that young person, Frederic! vieux scelerat! Garde-toi de la,
Frederic; si non, je t'envoie a Botani Bay; je te traduis devant le Lord
Mare!"

"En Angleterre je me fais Anglais, vois-tu, mon ami," continued the
Prince. "Demain c'est Sunday, et tu vas voir! I hear the bell, dress
thyself for the dinner--my friend!"; Here there was another squeeze of
both hands from the good-natured fellow. "It do good to my art to ave
you in my ouse! Heuh!" He hugged his guest; he had tears in his eyes as
he performed this droll, this kind embrace. Not less kind in her way,
though less expensive and embracive, was Madame de Moncontour to my
wife, as I found on comparing notes with that young woman, when the
day's hospitalities were ended. The little Princess trotted from
bedchamber to nursery to see that everything was made comfortable for
her guests. She sate and saw the child washed and put to bed. She h