le Cardinal de Retz,” referring to these also as “That struggle for lifer de Gondi,” “that Boulangist de Marcillac.” And he never failed to call Montesquieu, with a smile, when he referred to him: “Monsieur le Président Secondat de Montesquieu.” An intelligent man of the world would have been irritated by a pedantry which reeked so of the lecture-room. But in the perfect manners of the man of the world when speaking of a Prince, there is a pedantry also, which betrays a different caste, that in which one prefixes “the Emperor” to the name “William” and addresses a Royal Highness in the third person. “Ah, now that is a man,” Brichot continued, still referring to “Monsieur le Prince de Talleyrand”⁠—“to whom we take off our hats. He is an ancestor.” “It is a charming house,” Cottard told me, “you will find a little of everything, for Mme.