Ah! why have not all languages the same genius! But if the French laughed at my mistakes in speaking their language, I took my revenge amply by turning some of their idioms into ridicule.
"Sir," I once said to a gentleman, "how is your wife ?" "You do her great honour, sir." "Pray tell me, sir, what her honour has to do with her health ?" I meet in the Bois de Boulogne a young man riding a horse which he cannot master, and at last he is thrown.

I stop the horse, run to the assistance of the young man and help him up.
"Did you hurt yourself, sir ?" "Oh, many thanks, sir, au contraire." "Why au contraire! The deuce! It has done you good?
Then begin again, sir." And a thousand similar expressions entirely the reverse of good sense.
But it is the genius of the language.
I was one day paying my first visit to the wife of President de N----, when her nephew, a brilliant butterfly, came in, and she introduced me to him, mentioning my name and my country.
"Indeed, sir, you are Italian ?" said the young man.

"Upon my word, you present yourself so gracefully that I would have betted you were French." "Sir, when I saw you, I was near making the same mistake; I would have betted you were Italian." Another time, I was dining at Lady Lambert's in numerous and brilliant company.

Someone remarked on my finger a cornelian ring on which was engraved very beautifully the head of Louis XV.

My ring went round the table, and everybody thought that the likeness was striking.
A young marquise, who had the reputation of being a great wit, said to me in the most serious tone, "It is truly an antique ?" "The stone, madam, undoubtedly." Everyone laughed except the thoughtless young beauty, who did not take any notice of it.