It is not that I have seen only the worst side of it but that that seems to be so much the most prominent.

They worship the hideous Eiffel Tower and they are a useless, flippant people who never sleep and yet do nothing while awake.

To-morrow I am going to a pretty inn surrounded by vines and trees to see a prize fight with all the silly young French men and their young friends in black and white who ape the English manners and customs even to "la box." To night at the Ambassadeurs the rejected lover of some actress took a gang of bullies from Montmartre there and hissed and stoned her.

I turned up most innocently and greatly bored in the midst of it but I was too far away to pound anybody-- I collected two Englishmen and we went in front to await her re-appearance but she had hysterics and went off in a cab and so we were not given a second opportunity of showing them they should play fair.

It is a typical incident of the Frenchman and has made me wrathy.