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knowing I should meet with a friend in his apartment, who, I

trusted, would do it for me: - it is my countryman, the great



Shakespeare, said I, pointing to his works - et ayez la boute, mon

cher ami, apostrophizing his spirit, added I, de me faire cet



honneur-le. -

The Count smiled at the singularity of the introduction; and seeing



I look'd a little pale and sickly, insisted upon my taking an arm-

chair; so I sat down; and to save him conjectures upon a visit so



out of all rule, I told him simply of the incident in the

bookseller's shop, and how that had impelled me rather to go to him



with the story of a little embarrassment I was under, than to any

other man in France. - And what is your embarrassment? let me hear



it, said the Count. So I told him the story just as I have told it

the reader.



- And the master of my hotel, said I, as I concluded it, will needs

have it, Monsieur le Count, that I shall be sent to the Bastile; -



but I have no apprehensions, continued I; - for, in falling into

the hands of the most polish'd people in the world, and being



conscious I was a true man, and not come to spy the nakedness of

the land, I scarce thought I lay at their mercy. - It does not suit



the gallantry of the French, Monsieur le Count, said I, to show it

against invalids.



An animated blush came into the Count de B-'s cheeks as I spoke

this. - Ne craignez rien - Don't fear, said he. - Indeed, I don't,



replied I again. - Besides, continued I, a little sportingly, I

have come laughing all the way from London to Paris, and I do not



think Monsieur le Duc de Choiseul is such an enemy to mirth as to

send me back crying for my pains.



- My application to you, Monsieur le Count de B- (making him a low

bow), is to desire he will not.



The Count heard me with great good nature, or I had not said half

as much, - and once or twice said, - C'est bien dit. So I rested



my cause there - and determined to say no more about it.

The Count led the discourse: we talk'd of indifferent things, - of



books, and politics, and men; - and then of women. - God bless them

all! said I, after much discourse about them - there is not a man



upon earth who loves them so much as I do: after all the foibles I

have seen, and all the satires I have read against them, still I



love them; being firmly persuaded that a man, who has not a sort of

affection" target="_blank" title="n.友爱;慈爱">affection for the whole sex, is incapable of ever loving a single



one as he ought.

Eh bien! Monsieur l'Anglois, said the Count, gaily; - you are not



come to spy the nakedness of the land; - I believe you; - ni

encore, I dare say, THAT of our women! - But permit me to



conjecture, - if, par hazard, they fell into your way, that the

prospect would not affect you.



I have something within me which cannot bear the shock of the least

indecent insinuation: in the sportability of chit-chat I have often



endeavoured to conquer it, and with infinite pain have hazarded a

thousand things to a dozen of the sex together, - the least of



which I could not venture to a single one to gain heaven.

Excuse me, Monsieur le Count, said I; - as for the nakedness of



your land, if I saw it, I should cast my eyes over it with tears in

them; - and for that of your women (blushing at the idea he had



excited in me) I am so evangelical in this, and have such a fellow-

feeling for whatever is weak about them, that I would cover it with



a garment if I knew how to throw it on: - But I could wish,

continued I, to spy the nakedness of their hearts, and through the



different disguises of customs, climates, and religion, find out

what is good in them to fashion my own by: - and therefore am I



come.

It is for this reason, Monsieur le Count, continued I, that I have



not seen the Palais Royal, - nor the Luxembourg, - nor the Facade

of the Louvre, - nor have attempted to swell the catalogues we have



of pictures, statues, and churches. - I conceive every fair being

as a temple, and would rather enter in, and see the original



drawings and loose sketches hung up in it, than the Transfiguration

of Raphael itself.



The thirst of this, continued I, as impatient as that which

inflames the breast of the connoisseur, has led me from my own home



into France, - and from France will lead me through Italy; - 'tis a




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