s arranged in the antechamber, while within was opened a noble suite of rooms richly furnished, and a company collected just as it is in one of the great salons of Paris.
The Princess, indeed, is a Frenchwoman, granddaughter of the Duke de la Rochefoucauld, who wrote travels in the United States; and the Prince, though of Italian blood, lived at Paris for thirty years and until about two years ago, when he came to the title and estates and removed to Rome.
I brought them letters, but I knew them formerly, both at Florence and Paris, . . . . and they received me most kindly.
I. p. 256.
The Prince Borghese is now, I suppose, fifty-five yearsPrincess Borghese's, where I met the Chigis, Lord Stuart de Rothesay, and only one or two other persons.
Lord Stuart, who was thirteen years British Ambassador at Paris, remembered me, and reminded me of a conversation I had with him eighteen years ago, which surprised me very much, as I never saw him but once.
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