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
seeingI 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
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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