"Who," said I, to Madame D'Anville, "are those pretty girls in white, talking with such eagerness to Mr. Aberton and Lord Luscombe?"
"What!" said the Frenchwoman, "have you been ten days at Paris and not been introduced to the Miss Carltons? Let me tell you that your reputation among your countrymen at Paris depends solely upon their verdict."
"And upon your favour," added I.
"Ah!" said she, "you must have had your origin in France; you have something about you presque Parisien."
"Pray," said I, (after having duly acknowledged this compliment, the very highest that a Frenchwoman can bestow) "what did you really and candidly think of our countrymen during your residence in England?"
"I will tell you," answered Madame D'Anville; "they are brave, honest, generous, mais ils sont demi-barbares."
CHAPTER XII.
Pia mater,
Plus quam se sapere, et virtutibus esse priorem
Vult, et ait prope vera.
—Horace.
Vere mihi festus atras
Eximet curas.
—Horace.
The next morning I received a letter from my mother.