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which, since the peace, have become the only recognised code in the fashionable world. Such is the dreary recollection which. I cannot banish in listening
to the agreeable conversation of M., and in
comparing it with that of liis contemporaries. Of conversation may be said, with even greater justice than of the style of books, that it is the individual himself. People arrange their writings, b\it not their repartees, or if they attempt to arrange them, they, at least, lose more than they gain by it; for, in familiar talk, affectation is no longer a veil, it becomes a signal,
The party that met yesterday at the dinner of the
governor was a singular compound of contrary ele
ments : besides young M., of whom I have just
drawn the portrait, there was another Frenchman, a
Doctor К, who had sailed, I was told, in a govern
ment vessel on an expedition to the Pole, disem
barked, I know not why, in Lapland, and had travelled
straight from Archangel to Nijni, without even pass
ing through Petersburg; a useless and fatiguing
journey, which a man of the iron frame that I ob
served in this traveller could alone support. I am
assured that he is a learned naturalist: his counte
nance is remarkable ; there is something of immobility
and mystery about it which piques the imagination.
As for his conversation, I shall hope to hear it in
France; in Russia he says nothing. The Russians
are more skilful; they always say something, though,
indeed, the contrary often to what is expected from
them; but it is sufficient to prevent their silence being
remarked. There was also, at this dinner, a family of
young English fashionables, of the highest rank, and
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