She was then only nine years old, and being entirely taken up by her mother I paid no attention to her; my interest in her was to come.
After the supper, which was protracted to a late hour, I repaired to the house of Madame Quinson, my landlady, where I found myself very comfortable.

When I woke in the morning, the said Madame Quinson came to my room to tell me that a servant was outside and wished to offer me his services.

I asked her to send him in, and I saw a man of very small stature; that did not please me, and I told him so.
"My small stature, your honour, will be a guarantee that I shall never borrow your clothes to go to some amorous rendezvous." "Your name ?" "Any name you please." "What do you mean?
I want the name by which you are known." "I have none.

Every master I serve calls me according to his fancy, and I have served more than fifty in my life.

You may call me what you like." "But you must have a family name." "I never had any family.