"'I have sometimes heard the Prince de Conti spoken of: what sort of man is he ?' EGO.

"'He is a man composed of twenty or thirty men.

He is proud, he is affable,'"-- he is fiddle, he is diddle (in the seesaw epigrammatic way, for a page or more); and is not worth pen and ink from us, since the time old Marshal Traun got us rid of him,--home across the Rhine, full speed, with Croats sticking on his skirts.

[Supra, viii.

475.] "This portrait seemed to amuse the King.