I can see the number and force at Toulon any day I please, and as for the names of the Captains or Admirals I care not what they are called; therefore, as you may suppose, I have none of these 'good Frenchmen' about me." "I put no confidence in them," he tells Elliot.
"You think yours good: the Queen thinks hers the same: I believe they are all alike.

Whatever information you can get me, I shall be very thankful for; but not a Frenchman comes here.

Forgive me, but my mother hated the French." "I never trust a Corsican or a Frenchman.

I would give the devil ALL the good ones to take the remainder." As winter advanced, his perplexities increased, for each correspondent, by long dwelling on his particular concern, saw its danger and importance growing in his own eyes, and dwelt upon them with greater emphasis in his letters.

"Ball is sure they are going to Egypt; the Turks are sure they are going to the Morea; Mr.Elliot at Naples, to Sicily; and the King of Sardinia, to his only spot.