What have you done to that poor Azzolati?
Did you really tell him to get out and never come near you again, or something awful like that?
I don't doubt that he was of use to you or to your king.

A man who gets invitations to shoot with the President at Rambouillet! I saw him only the other evening; I heard he had been winning immensely at cards; but he looked perfectly wretched, the poor fellow.

He complained of your conduct--oh, very much! He told me you had been perfectly brutal with him.

He said to me: 'I am no good for anything, _mon cher_.

The other day at Rambouillet, whenever I had a hare at the end of my gun I would think of her cruel words and my eyes would run full of tears.