The things we do!

" "Who is my friend with the scarlet beard and the white
paletot? My good Warrington! you do not move in the world; you make
yourself a hermit, my dear! Not know monsieur!--monsieur is secretary to
Mademoiselle Caracoline, the lovely rider at the circus of Astley; I
shall be charmed to introduce you to this amiable society some day at our
table-d'hote."
Warrington vowed that the company of Florac's friends would be infinitely
more amusing than the noblest society ever chronicled in the Morning
Post; but we were neither sufficiently familiar with the French language
to make conversation in that tongue as pleasant to us as talking in our
own; and so were content with Florac's description of his compatriots,
which the Vicomte delivered in that charming French-English of which he
was a master.
However threadbare in his garments, poor in purse, and eccentric in
morals our friend was, his manners were always perfectly gentlemanlike,
and he draped himself in his poverty with the grace of a Spanish grandee.


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