She is as handsome as ever, and much genteeler; seems pleased with her wealth rather than proud of it.

I was exalting Nanette d'Illens's good luck and the fortune" (this evidently refers to some common acquaintance, who had changed her name to advantage).

"'What fortune,' she said with an air of contempt:--'not above twenty thousand livres a year.' I smiled, and she caught herself immediately, 'What airs I give myself in despising twenty thousand livres a year, who a year ago looked upon eight hundred as the summit of my wishes.'" Let us turn to the lady's account of the same scenes.

"I do not know if I told you," she writes to a friend at Lausanne, "that I have seen Gibbon, and it has given me more pleasure than I know how to express.
Not indeed that I retain any sentiment for a man who I think does not deserve much" (this little toss of pique or pride need not mislead us); "but my feminine vanity could not have had a more complete and honest triumph.

He stayed two weeks in Paris, and I had him every day at my house; he has become soft, yielding, humble, decorous to a fault.