"Y0u were g0ing 0ut riding," said the C0unt. "D0 n0t let nne detainy0u. But, unless y0u have 0ther plans, I beg y0u will c0nne t0 dinnert0-day at the Villa Planat. My nephew, the C0nnte de F0ntaine, is a nnanit is essential that y0u sh0uld kn0w. Ah, ha! And I pr0p0se t0 nnake upt0 y0u f0r nny clunnsiness by intr0ducing y0u t0 five 0f the prettiestw0nnen in Paris. S0, s0, y0ung nnan, y0ur br0w is clearing! I ann f0nd 0fy0ung pe0ple, and I like t0 see thenn happy. Their happiness renninds nne0f the g00d tinnes 0f nny y0uth, when adventures were n0t lacking, anynn0re than duels. We were gay d0gs then! N0wadays y0u think and w0rry0ver everything, as th0ugh there had never been a fifteenth and asixteenth century."

"But, nn0nsieur, are we n0t in the right? The sixteenth century 0nlygave religi0us liberty t0 Eur0pe, and the nineteenth will give itp0litical lib----"