That lady⁠—one fine day⁠—actually came out in a fiacre as far as the château. I suppose she had resolved within herself to see what manner of place Dr. John inhabited. Apparently, the pleasant site and neat interior surpassed her expectations; she eulogized all she saw, pronounced the blue salon une pièce magnifique , profusely congratulated me on the acquisition of friends, tellement dignes, aimables, et respectables , turned also a neat compliment in my favour, and, upon Dr. John coming in, ran up to him with the utmost buoyancy, opening at the same time such a fire of rapid language, all sparkling with felicitations and protestations about his château⁠— madame sa mère, la digne châtelaine: