I complimented her on her beauty, and indeed she had improved wonderfully.
“I have just recovered from a dangerous illness,” said I, “and I am starting for Brunswick at day-break tomorrow.”
“So are we,” she exclaimed, looking at her mother.
The general, delighted to find that we knew each other, said we could travel together.
“Hardly, I think,” I replied, “unless the lady-mother has changed her principles since I knew her.”
“I am always the same,” she said, dryly enough; but I only replied with a glance of contempt.
The general held a bank at faro at a small table. There were several other ladies and some officers, and the stakes were small. He offered me a place, but I excused myself, saying that I never played while on a journey.
At the end of the deal the general returned to the charge, and said,—
“Really, chevalier, this maxim of yours is anti-social; you must play.”
So saying he drew several English bank notes from his pocket-book, telling me they were the same I had given him in London six months ago.