Everything whirled around me! "I cannot say the same to you," I answered.

"I wish I were somewhere else." He laughed heartily and showed that he knew how to overcome my bashfulness.

I waited to hear some of the conversation which, according to my preconceived ideas, would be in the style of his latest romance.
However, it was entirely different; simple polished phrases, entirely logical, came from that "mouth of mystery." I went to Hugo's evenings as often as possible, for I never could drink my fill of the presence of the hero of my youthful dreams.

I had occasion to note to what an extent a fiery republican, a modern Juvenal, whose verses branded "kings" as if with a red hot iron, in his private life was susceptible to their flattery.

The Emperor of Brazil had called on him, and the next day he could not stop talking about it constantly.
Rather ostentatiously he called him "Don Pedro d'Alcantara." In French this would be "M.