He willingly spent whole evenings in playing blind man's buff with the young people, telling them little stories to make them break into the silvery laughs of youth, sweeter than the song of the nightingale.

He was fond of a life in the country, or the life of the chateau.

He was ingenious in varying its amusements, in multiplying its enjoyments.

He also loved to compose there.

Many of his best works written in such moments, perhaps embalm and hallow the memories of his happiest days..