"Which of these questions do you desire to have answered first, Wellington?" I inquired.
"I want to know where you live?"
"At thirty-five Rue de la Paix."
"And may I pay you a visit?"
"When you like."
"I'll come to night at eight o'clock. Will that suit you?" I assented, and shook hands with him. His lordship was punctual and came to me in a very gay equipage. He was all over orders and ribbons of different colours, bows, and stars, and he looked pretty well.
"The ladies here tell me you make a bad hand at ambassadorship," said I to him.
"How so?"
"Why, the other day you wrote to ask a lady of rank if you might visit her, à cheval? What does that mean pray?"
"In boots, you foolish creature! What else could it mean?"