Our carriage had only gone a few yards from theirs when one of our horses broke down.

The companion of Dubois immediately ordered his coachman to stop in order to send to our assistance.

Whilst the horse was raised again, he came politely to our carriage, and paid some civil compliment to Henriette.

M.Dubois, always a shrewd courtier and anxious to shew off at the expense of others, lost no time in introducing him as M.Dutillot, the French ambassador.

My sweetheart gave the conventional bow.