In spite of my attachment to the Kaiser, whose General I like to be, but not whose D'Argens or Algarotti, I had not beyond reason abandoned myself to that feeling.

When urged by the King's often speaking to me, I had to answer, and go on talking.

Besides, the Kaiser took a main share in the conversation; and was perhaps more at his ease with the King than the King with him.

One day, they got talking of what one would wish to be in this world; and they asked my opinion.

I said, I should like to be 'a Pretty Woman till thirty; then, till sixty, a fortunate and skilful General;'-- and not knowing what more to say, but for the sake of adding something, whatever it might be, 'a Cardinal till eighty.' The King, who likes to banter the Sacred College, made himself merry on this; and the Kaiser gave him a cheap bargain of Rome and its upholders (SUPPOTS).