CHAPTER XXI.
Mr.Rogers and Mr.Luttrell spent last evening here.

The minds of both teem with reflection, and their conversation is a high intellectual treat to me.

There is a repose in the society of clever and refined Englishmen to be met with in no other: the absence of all attempts to shine, or at least of the evidence of such attempts; the mildness of the manners; the low voices, the freedom from any flattery, except the most delicate and acceptable of all to a fastidious person, namely, that implied by the subjects of conversation chosen, and the interest yielded to them;--yes, these peculiarities have a great charm for me, and Mr.Rogers and Mr.Luttrell possess them in an eminent degree.
The mercurial temperaments of the French preclude them from this calmness of manner and mildness of speech.

More obsequiously polite and attentive to women, the exuberance of their animal spirits often hurries them into a gaiety evinced by brilliant sallies and clever observations.

They shine, but they let the desire to do so be too evident to admit of that quietude that forms one of the most agreeable, as well as distinguishing, attributes of the conversation of a refined and highly-intellectual Englishman.
-- -- and -- -- spent last evening here.