She is a dear old thing, she uses awful language, and some of her stories are quite too--you know what I mean.

In the letter the old lady said that the Marquis was one of her friends, and begged me for her sake to do him the service he required.

Of course I asked him to be seated, and assured him that I would do anything that lay in my power.
Then he began talking about M.de Clinchain, and told me a funny story about that eccentric man and a little actress, when I heard a great noise in the anteroom.

I was about to ring and inquire the cause, when the door flew open and in came Van Klopen, the ladies' tailor, with a very inflamed countenance.

I thought that he had come in a hurry because he had hit on something extremely fetching and wished me to be the first to see it.