Though very much surprised at seeing me, he did not appear the least jealous of my attentions to his inamorata.

Indeed, the good gentleman was far too much pleased with himself to be susceptible of the suspicions common to less fortunate lovers.

At dinner I sat next to the pretty Englishwoman, whose name was Green.
"Monsieur Margot," said I, "has often spoken to me of you before I had the happiness of being personally convinced how true and unexaggerated were his sentiments." "Oh!" cried Mrs.Green, with an arch laugh, "you are acquainted with Monsieur Margot, then ?" "I have that honour," said I."I receive from him every morning lessons both in love and languages.

He is perfect master of both." Mrs.Green burst out into one of those peals so peculiarly British.
"Ah, le pauvre Professeur!" cried she.

"He is too absurd!" "He tells me," said I, gravely, "that he is quite accable with his bonnes fortunes--possibly he flatters himself that even you are not perfectly inaccessible to his addresses." "Tell me, Mr.Pelham," said the fair Mrs.Green, "can you pass by this street about half past twelve to-night ?" "I will make a point of doing so," replied I, not a little surprised by the remark.
"Do," said she, "and now let us talk of old England." When we went away I told Vincent of my appointment.