1 86 Reminiscences of 



I could give many incidents occurring during my 

 stay of several months in Paris, which would lengthen 

 out unnecessarily my details, which might prove 

 of little interest to the general reader, and which I will 

 pass over briefly. One incident of some interest I will 

 relate. 



One evening by invitation, I dined with an Eng- 

 lish friend and his wife at the Cafd Foy, a small 

 but very superior restaurant near one of the principal 

 bovilevards; a gentleman entered to dine whom my 

 host immediately recognized as a friend, and whom he 

 greeted with his wife in a cordial manner, and invited 

 him to dine with us, which he did, and to whom I was 

 immediately introduced, but I did not catch his name 

 in the temporary movements at the table. The new- 

 comer was of jovial and pleasant manner, and made 

 himself at home without ceremony. His evening dress 

 was a little off in necktie, and he wore a profusion of 

 jewelry on his hands and on his heavy- watch-chain, 

 and carefully tucked in his napkin under his chin, as 

 if bent on a full dinner, which he had. I was struck 

 with his hearty appreciation of everything we had for 

 dinner, and the vigor of his appetite, which he ac- 

 cotinted for by the long walk he said he had taken 

 before in preparation for dinner. His spirits were 

 high and his conversation of the most animated char- 

 acter, which inspired us in a similar way. We had a 

 most jolly dinner, and our stay was prolonged after the 

 other diners had retired. The conversation was gen- 

 eral — the exposition, the French people, and the con- 

 trast between the French and English fully discussed; 

 the races, incidents, references to friends, etc. Lunch- 

 ing with my friend and his Avife the following day, and 



