A portrait.

An Ambassador without his coat! The portrait was a finished performance." I said: "And may one beg the permission to inspect it ?"--"Mais," said he, laughing: "were it you alone, it would be a privilege to me." I had to check him.
"Believe me, M.le Comte, that when I look upon it, my praise of the artist will be extinguished by my pity for the subject." He should have stopped there; but you cannot have the last word with a Frenchman--not even a woman.

Fortunately the Queen just then made her entry into the saloon, and his mot on the charity of our sex was lost.

We bowed mutually, and were separated.' (The Countess employed her handkerchief.) 'Yes, dear Van! that is how you should behave.

Imply things.