Mr. Deuceace at Paris by William Makepeace Thackeray

Master rose the nex morning with a dismal countinants -- he seamed to / think that his pa's visit boded him no good. I heard him muttering at / his brexfast, and fumbling among his hundred pound notes; once he had / laid a parsle of them aside (I knew what he meant), to send 'em to his / father. "But no," says he at last, clutching them all up together again, / and throwing them into his escritaw, "what harm can he do me? If he is / a knave, I know another who's full as sharp. Let's see if we cannot beat / him at his own weapons. " With that Mr. Deuceace drest himself in his / best clothes, and marched off to the Plas Vandom, to pay his cort to the / fair widdo and the intresting orfn.

It was abowt ten o'clock, and he propoased to the ladies, on seeing / them, a number of planns for the day's rackryation. Riding in the Body / Balong, going to the Twillaries to see King Looy Disweet (who was then / the raining sufferin of the French crownd) go to chapple, and, finely, / a dinner at 5 o'clock at the Caffy de Parry; whents they were all to / adjourn, to see a new peace at the theatre of the Pot St. Martin, called / Sussannar and the Elders.