That is true 'badauderie'." My friend looks at me for a moment, then he laughs likewise, and supplies me with ample food to ridicule the worthy Parisians.

We leave the Palais-Royal through the main gate, and I observe another crowd of people before a shop, on the sign-board of which I read "At the Sign of the Civet Cat." "What is the matter here ?" "Now, indeed, you are going to laugh.

All these honest persons are waiting their turn to get their snuff-boxes filled." "Is there no other dealer in snuff ?" "It is sold everywhere, but for the last three weeks nobody will use any snuff but that sold at the 'Civet Cat.'" "Is it better than anywhere else ?" "Perhaps it is not as good, but since it has been brought into fashion by the Duchesse de Chartres, nobody will have any other." "But how did she manage to render it so fashionable ?" "Simply by stopping her carriage two or three times before the shop to have her snuff-box filled, and by saying aloud to the young girl who handed back the box that her snuff was the very best in Paris.

The 'badauds', who never fail to congregate near the carriage of princes, no matter if they have seen them a hundred times, or if they know them to be as ugly as monkeys, repeated the words of the duchess everywhere, and that was enough to send here all the snuff-takers of the capital in a hurry.

This woman will make a fortune, for she sells at least one hundred crowns' worth of snuff every day." "Very likely the duchess has no idea of the good she has done." "Quite the reverse, for it was a cunning artifice on her part.