Still gently railing at me as “ une forte femme⁠—une Anglaise terrible⁠—une petite casse-tout ” 152 ⁠—he declared that he dared not but obey one who had given such an instance of her dangerous prowess; it was absolutely like the “ grand Empereur smashing the vase to inspire dismay.” So, at last, crowning himself with his bonnet-grec , and taking his ruined lunettes from my hand with a clasp of kind pardon and encouragement, he made his bow, and went off to the Athénée in first-rate humour and spirits.

After all this amiability, the reader will be sorry for my sake to hear that I was quarrelling with M. Paul again before night; yet so it was, and I could not help it.