Some day she will poison the soup or the _vin rouge_; but I hope that will not be until after mother and I shall have left her.

She has two daughters, who, except that one is decidedly pretty, are meagre imitations of herself.
The "family," for the rest, consists altogether of our beloved compatriots, and of still more beloved Englanders.

There is an Englishman here, with his sister, and they seem to be rather nice people.
He is remarkably handsome, but excessively affected and patronising, especially to us Americans; and I hope to have a chance of biting his head off before long.

The sister is very pretty, and, apparently, very nice; but, in costume, she is Britannia incarnate.

There is a very pleasant little Frenchman--when they are nice they are charming--and a German doctor, a big blonde man, who looks like a great white bull; and two Americans, besides mother and me.