“The monarch, who then reigned in France, was the king of Spain’s grandfather, and his court was justly esteemed the most magnificent, most polite, and most gallant in Europe. I appeared there as a phenomenon. ‘A young lord of Congo,’ says a beautiful marquise. ‘That must be surely very diverting: those men are better then ours. I think Congo is not far from Morocco.’ Suppers were given, to which I was invited. Let my discourse have ever so little sense in it, it was found fine, admirable: people retracted, who had at first done me the honour to suspect that I had not common sense.

“ ‘He is a charming man,’ says another court lady briskly: ‘it would be murther to suffer so pretty a figure to return into a wretched country, where the women are narrowly watched by men who are no longer so. Is it true, sir? ’Tis said, that they have nothing. That is very unseemly in a man.’