I tell him to give me some coffee, if it is good.
"Excellent, I made it myself yesterday." "Yesterday! I do not want it." "The milk is very good." "Milk! I never drink any.

Make me a cup of fresh coffee without milk." "Without milk! Well, sir, we never make coffee but in the afternoon.
Would you like a good bavaroise, or a decanter of orgeat ?" "Yes, give me the orgeat." I find that beverage delicious, and make up my mind to have it daily for my breakfast.

I enquire from the waiter whether there is any news; he answers that the dauphine has been delivered of a prince.

An abbe, seated at a table close by, says to him,-- "You are mad, she has given birth to a princess." A third man comes forward and exclaims,-- "I have just returned from Versailles, and the dauphine has not been delivered either of a prince or of a princess." Then, turning towards me, he says that I look like a foreigner, and when I say that I am an Italian he begins to speak to me of the court, of the city, of the theatres, and at last he offers to accompany me everywhere.
I thank him and take my leave.

The abbe rises at the same time, walks with me, and tells me the names of all the women we meet in the garden.
A young man comes up to him, they embrace one another, and the abbe presents him to me as a learned Italian scholar.