As soon as M.Moriaz had pronounced the name of Count Larinski, the abbe assumed the charmed and contented countenance of a dog lying in wait for its favourite game.
He exclaimed, "A most truly admirable man!" "Mercy upon us!" thought M.Moriaz.

"Here we have an exordium strangely similar to that of Mlle.Moiseney.Do they think to condemn me to a state of perpetual admiration of their prodigy?
I fear there must be some kinship of spirit between our friend the abbe and that crack-brained woman; that he is cousin-german to her at least." "How grateful I am to you, my dear monsieur," continued Abbe Miollens, lying back in his chair, "for having given us the pleasure of the acquaintance of this rare man! It is you who sent him to us; to you belongs the merit of having discovered him, or invented him, if you choose." "Oh! I beg of you not to exaggerate," humbly rejoined M.Moriaz.

"He invented himself, I assure you." "At all events it was you who patronized him, who made him known to us; without you the world never would have suspected the existence of this superb genius, this noble character, who was hidden from sight like the violet in the grass." "He is unquestionably her cousin-german," thought M.Moriaz.
"Only think," continued the abbe, "I have found M.Larinski all over again in Horace! Yes, Horace has represented him, trait for trait, in the person of Lollius.

You know Marcus Lollius, to whom he addressed Ode ix.

of book iv., and who was consul in the year 733 after the foundation of Rome.