(908) Governor of Britany in the time of Madame de S`evign`e.

(909) See Madame de S`evign`e’s Letters.

(910) Madame de S`evign`e.

(911) Madame du Deffand had, at this time, a supper at her house every Sunday evening, at which Walpole, during his stay at Paris, constantly made one of the company.-E.

(912) The word is noblesse.

Letter 281 To George Montagu, Esq.  Paris, Nov. 21, 1765. (page 445)

You must not be surprised when my letters arrive long after their date.  I write them at my leisure, and send them when I find any Englishman going to London, that I may not be kept in check, if they were to pass through both French and English posts.  Your letter to Madame Roland, and the books for her, will Set Out very securely in a day or two.  My bookseller here happens to be of Rheims, and knows Madame Roland, comme deux gouttes d’eau.  This perhaps is not a well-placed simile, but the French always use one, and when they are once established, and one knows the tune, it does not signify sixpence for the sense.

My gout and my stick have entirely left me.  I totter still, it is true, but I trust shall be able to whisk about at Strawberry as well almost as ever.  When that hour strikes, to be sure I shall not be very sorry.  The sameness of the life here is worse than any thing but English politics and the House of Commons.  Indeed, I have a mind still to see more people here, more sights, and more of the Dumenil.  The Dauphin, who is not dead yet, detains the whole court at Fontainbleau, whither I dare not venture, as the situation is very damp, and the lodgings abominable.  Sights, too, I have scarce seen any yet; and I must satisfy my curiosity; for hither, I think, I shall never come again.  No, let us sit down quietly and comfortably, and enjoy our coming old age.  Oh! if you are in earnest, and will transplant yourself to Roehampton, how happy I shall be!  You know, if you believe an experience of above thirty years, that you are one of the very, very few, for whom I really care a straw.  You know how long I have been vexed at seeing so little of you.  What has one to do, when one grows tired of the world, as we both do, but to draw nearer and nearer, and gently waste the remains of life with the friends with whom one began it!  Young and happy people will have no regard for us and our old stories, and they are in the right:  but we shall not tire one another; we shall laugh together when nobody is by to laugh at us, and we may think ourselves young enough when we see nobody younger.  Roehampton is a delightful spot, at once cheerful and retired.  You will amble in your chaise about Richmond-park:  we shall see one another as often as we like; I shall frequently peep at London, and bring you tales of it, and we shall sometimes touch a card with the Clive, and laugh our fill; for I must tell you, I desire