are and ever will be the same for me, who am still the same.  You have been deceived, but you are not changed.  My lord marechal is not without faults; he is a man of wisdom, but he is still a man.  With the greatest penetration, the nicest discrimination, and the most profound knowledge of men, he sometimes suffers himself to be deceived, and never recovers his error.  His temper is very singular and foreign to his general turn of mind.  He seems to forget the people he sees every day, and thinks of them in a moment when they least expect it; his attention seems ill-timed; his presents are dictated by caprice and not by propriety.  He gives or sends in an instant whatever comes into his head, be the value of it ever so small.  A young Genevese, desirous of entering into the service of Prussia, made a personal application to him; his lordship, instead of giving him a letter, gave him a little bag of peas, which he desired him to carry to the king.  On receiving this singular recommendation his majesty gave a commission to the bearer of it.  These elevated geniuses have between themselves a language which the vulgar will never understand.  The whimsical manner of my lord marechal, something like the caprice of a fine woman, rendered him still more interesting to me.  I was certain, and afterwards had proofs, that it had not the least influence over his sentiments, nor did it affect the cares prescribed by friendship on serious occasions, yet in his manner of obliging there is the same singularity as in his manners in general.  Of this I will give one instance relative to a matter of no great importance.  The journey from Motiers to Colombier being too long for me to perform in one day, I commonly divided it by setting off after dinner and sleeping at Brot, which is half way.  The landlord of the house where I stopped, named Sandoz, having to solicit at Berlin a favor of importance to him, begged I would request his excellency to ask it in his behalf.  “Most willingly,” said I, and took him with me.  I left him in the antechamber, and mentioned the matter to his lordship, who returned me no answer.  After passing with him the whole morning, I saw as I crossed the hall to go to dinner, poor Sandoz, who was fatigued to death with waiting.  Thinking the governor had forgotten what I had said to him, I again spoke of the business before we sat down to table, but still received no answer.  I thought this manner of making me feel I was importunate rather severe, and, pitying the poor man in waiting, held my tongue.  On my return the next day I was much surprised at the thanks he returned me for the good dinner his excellency had given him after receiving his paper.  Three weeks afterwards his lordship sent him the rescript he had solicited, dispatched by the minister, and signed by the king, and this without having said a word either to myself or Sandoz concerning the business, about which I thought he did not wish to give himself the least concern.