His powers of mind enlivened the calm of happiness, his noble nature marked his attentions with the charm of grace.

Though he shared the philosophical tenets of the eighteenth century, he installed a chaplain in his home until 1801 (in spite of the risk he ran from the revolutionary decrees), so that he might not thwart the Spanish fanaticism which his wife had sucked in with her mother's milk: later, when public worship was restored in France, he accompanied her to mass every Sunday.

His passion never ceased to be that of a lover.

The protecting power, which women like so much, was never exercised by this husband, lest to that wife it might seem pity.

He treated her with exquisite flattery as an equal, and sometimes mutinied against her, as men will, as though to brave the supremacy of a pretty woman.