The things we do!

There seems to be a scarcity of soap among
these young fellows; and I think I shall cut off my mustachios; only
Warrington will have nothing to laugh at when I come home.
"The Colonel and I went to dine at the Cafe de Paris, and afterwards to
the opera. Ask for huitres de Marenne when you dine here. We dined with a
tremendous French swell, the Vicomte de Florac, officier d'ordonnance to
one of the princes, and son of some old friends of my father's. They are
of very high birth, but very poor. He will be a duke when his cousin, the
Duc d'Ivry, dies. His father is quite old. The vicomte was born in
England. He pointed out to us no end of famous people at the opera--a few
of the Fauxbourg St. Germain, and ever so many of the present people:--M.
Thiers, and Count Mole, and Georges Sand, and Victor Hugo, and Jules
Janin--I forget half their names. And yesterday we went to see his
mother, Madame de Florac. I suppose she was an old flame of the
Colonel's, for their meeting was uncommonly ceremonious and tender.


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