A young, pale, ill-natured looking man, sat on her left hand; this was Mr.Aberton, one of the attaches.
"Dear me!" said Miss Paulding, "what a pretty chain that is of your's, Mr.Aberton." "Yes," said the attache, "I know it must be pretty, for I got it at Brequet's, with the watch." (How common people always buy their opinions with their goods, and regulate the height of the former by the mere price or fashion of the latter.) "Pray, Mr.Pelham," said Miss Paulding, turning to me, "have you got one of Brequet's watches yet ?" "Watch!" said I: "do you think I could ever wear a watch?
I know nothing so plebeian.

What can any one, but a man of business, who has nine hours for his counting-house and one for his dinner, ever possibly want to know the time for?
An assignation, you will say: true, but (here I played with my best ringlet) if a man is worth having, he is surely worth waiting for!" Miss Paulding opened her eyes, and Mr.Aberton his mouth.

A pretty lively French woman opposite (Madame D'Anville) laughed, and immediately joined in our conversation, which, on my part, was, during the whole dinner, kept up exactly in the same strain.
"What do you think of our streets ?" said the old, yet still animated Madame de G--s.

"You will not find them, I fear, so agreeable for walking as the trottoirs in London." "Really," I answered, "I have only been once out in your streets, at least a pied, since my arrival, and then I was nearly perishing for want of help." "What do you mean ?" said Madame D'Anville.
"Why, I fell into that intersecting stream which you call a kennel, and I a river.

Pray, Mr.Aberton, what do you think I did in that dangerous dilemma ?" "Why, got out again as fast as you could," said the literal attache.
"No such thing, I was too frightened: I stood still and screamed for assistance." Madame D'Anville was delighted, and Miss Paulding astonished.