‘Alexandre est le seul prince pour qui nous ayons jamais éprouvé un sincére 
attachement.’ [I, 224] 
‘Louis XVII nous détestait.’ [1, 243} 

Withal it is highly entertaining to see how this “Dieu de St. Louis’ 
speechifier, who had to preserve the Spanish throne for a ‘petit fils 
de Henri IV’,?** writes most cavaliérement to General Guilleminot 
telling him not to ‘be deterred’ from bombarding Cadiz by the fear 
that Ferdinand VII might be struck by shot, etc. 

At all events, it is hence to this ami intime of the great Carrel, 
Lamennais, Béranger, etc., that the honour belongs of having, 
over a period of 10 years—in the company of friend Alexander—, 
created the biggest mess Spain has ever known, and this at the 
risk of blowing his Bourbons sky-high. 

Another trait of this pilgrim to the Holy Sepulchre™: In the 
Congrés de Vérone he himself relates how he forced Louis XVIII 
and Villéle to send Polignac, whom both abhorred, to London as 
envoy. Later, under Charles X, when he himself was envoy in 
Rome, he suddenly and with great brio announced his resignation 
upon the appointment of Polignac as minister because, he alleged, 
‘freedom’ was doomed. 

If you re-read the book, your contempt for the ‘crapauds’* and 
their ‘grands hommes” is unlikely to diminish. 

Adieu. 
Your 

K. M.