She took her first lesson immediately and gave him two sequins, asking him to purchase her some good novels.
Whilst my dear Henriette was taking her lesson, I had some conversation with the dressmaker, in order to ascertain whether she was a relative of mine.
"What does your husband do ?" I asked her.
"He is steward to the Marquis of Sissa." "Is your father still alive ?" "No, sir, he is dead." "What was his family name ?" "Scotti." "Are your husband's parents still alive ?" "His father is dead, but his mother is still alive, and resides with her uncle, Canon Casanova." That was enough.

The good woman was my Welsh cousin, and her children were my Welsh nephews.

My niece Jeanneton was not pretty; but she appeared to be a good girl.

I continued my conversation with the mother, but I changed the topic.
"Are the Parmesans satisfied with being the subjects of a Spanish prince ?" "Satisfied?
Well, in that case, we should be easily pleased, for we are now in a regular maze.

Everything is upset, we do not know where we are.
Oh! happy times of the house of Farnese, whither have you departed?
The day before yesterday I went to the theatre, and Harlequin made everybody roar with laughter.