she had not breakfasted--ces messieurs were not yet ready. A
little man, who looked very triste indeed, in an old-
fashioned suit of clothes, with long flaps to a waistcoat
embroidered in silks no longer very brilliant, sat in a
corner of the room. I could not imagine who he was, but when he
spoke was immediately convinced he was no
Frenchman. I afterwards heard he had been engaged by M. de
Narbonne for a year, to teach him and all the party English. He
had had a place in some college in France at the beginning of the
Revolution, but was now driven out and
destitute. His name is Clarke. He speaks English with an accent
tant soit Peu Scotch.

Madame de la Chàtre, with great franchise entered into
details of her situation and embarrassment, whether she
might venture, like Madame de Broglie, to go over to France, in
which case she was dans le cas oû elle pouvoit toucher sa
fortune(32) immediately. She said she could then settle in
England, and settle comfortably. M. de la Chàtre, it
seems, previous to his joining the king's brothers, had
settled upon her her whole fortune. She and all her family were
great favourers of the original Revolution and even at this
moment she declares herself unable to wish the
restoration of the old r‚gime, with its tyranny and
corruptions--persecuted and ruined as she and thousands more have
been by the unhappy consequences of the Revolution,

M. de Narbonne now came in. He seems forty, rather fat, but
would be handsome were it not for a slight cast of one eye. He