So far, so good! This is all new to me. Thence to Munich, or direct to Inspruck, as I may decide later on. This, at least, avoids Switzerland, and all its radicalism and roguery, not to speak of the "Perkinses," who are "out" by this time, touring it to Lausanne and Chamouni.
What a tremendous noise a carriage makes coming through these _portes-cochères!_ Truly, the luxury is heavily paid for by all the inhabitants of a house. Is that a tap at my door?
A few lines before I lie down to sleep! It is already daybreak. What would poor Dr. S---- say if he knew I had been sitting up to this hour, and at a _petit souper_ too, with some half-dozen of the wealthiest people in Paris, not to speak of the prettiest? Madame de F------ would take no refusal, however, and averred she had made the party expressly for me; that V------ H------ had declined another engagement to come; and, in fact--no matter what little flatteries--I went; and here I am, with my cheek flushed and my head on fire, my brain whirling with mad excitement, laughter still ringing in my ears, and all the exaltation he feels who, drinking water while others sip champagne, is yet the only one whose faculties are intoxicated.
What a brilliant scene in a comedy would that little supper have been, just as it really was; scenery, decorations, people all unchanged! the dimly lighted boudoir, where all the luxury of modern requirement was seen through a chiaroscuro, that made it seem half unreal; and then, the splendid brilliancy of the supper-room beyond, where, amid the gorgeous dis-play of _vaisselle_ and flowers, shone still more brightly the blaze of beauty and the fire of genius.
How often have I remarked in these little "jousts of the table," where each man puts forth his sharpest weapons of wit and pleasantry, that the conqueror, like an Ivanhoe, is an unknown knight, and with a blank shield.
So was it, I remember once, where we had a sprinkling of every class of celebrity, from the Chamber of Deputies to the Théâtre Français; and yet the heart of all was taken by a young Spaniard, whom nobody seemed to know whence or how he came,--a handsome, dark-eyed fellow, with a short upper lip that seemed alive with energy, combining in his nature the stern dignity of the Castilian and the hot blood of Andalusia. It was the Marquis de Brabançon brought him, presenting him to the lady of the house in a half whisper.