His nephew, the Duke of Wellington's nephew, married a cousin of mine.

She was a woman! See her at one of the court balls--amber satin--daisies in her hair.

Worth going a hundred miles to look at her! Often seen her there myself, sir!" The German moved the leather thongs in and out, and thought of the strange vicissitudes of human life, which might bring the kinsman of dukes and emperors to his humble room.
Bonaparte appeared lost among old memories.
"Ah, that Duke of Wellington's nephew!" he broke forth suddenly; "many's the joke I've had with him.

Often came to visit me at Bonaparte Hall.
Grand place I had then--park, conservatory, servants.

He had only one fault, that Duke of Wellington's nephew," said Bonaparte, observing that the German was deeply interested in every word, "He was a coward--what you might call a coward.