I ran up, shook the hand he stood holding out to me cordially, and expressed my sense of the honor he was conferring.  He told me the Princess Galitzin had been as good as her word and given him my address,—­and cutting short ceremony he had driven from his hotel to my lodgings.”  Realizing all at once that he was speaking French to Cooper’s English, he said:  “Well, I have been parlez-vousing in a way to surprise you.  These Frenchmen have my tongue so set to their lingo I have half forgotten my own language,’ he continued in English, and accepted my arm up the next flight of stairs.”  They had some copyright and other talk, and Sir Walter “spoke of his works with frankness and simplicity”; and as to proof-reading, he said he “would as soon see his dinner after a hearty meal” as to read one of his own tales—­“when fairly rid of it.”  When he rose to go Cooper begged he might have the gratification of presenting his wife.  Sir Walter good-naturedly assented.  When Mrs. Cooper and their nephew William Cooper were introduced, he sat some little time relating in Scotch dialect some anecdotes.  Then his hostess remarked that the chair he sat in had been twice honored that day, as General Lafayette had not left it more than an hour before.  Sir Walter was surprised, thinking Lafayette had gone to America to live, and observed, “He is a great man.”  Two days later Sir Walter had Cooper to breakfast, where the Scotch bard appeared in a newly-bought silk gown, trying “as hard as he could to make a Frenchman of himself.”  Among others present was Miss Anne Scott, who was her father’s traveling companion.  “She was in half mourning, and with her black eyes and jet-black hair might very well have passed for a French woman.”  Of Scott Cooper wrote:  “During the time the conversation was not led down to business, he manifested a strong propensity to humor.”  In naming their common publisher in Paris “he quaintly termed him, with a sort of malicious fun, ‘our gosling’ (his name was Goselin), adding that he hoped at least he ‘laid golden eggs.’” Mr. Cooper was warmly interested in aiding Sir Walter’s “Waverley” copyrights in America, and concerning their author he later wrote:  “In Auld Reekie, and among the right set, warmed, perhaps, by a glass of ‘mountain dew,’ Sir Walter Scott, in his peculiar way, is one of the pleasantest companions the world holds.”  About 1830, when Cooper was sitting for his portrait by Madame de Mirbel, that artist—­for its pose—­asked him to look at the picture of a distinguished statesman.  Cooper said:  “No, if I must look at any, it shall be at my master,” and lifting his eyes higher they rested on a portrait of Sir Walter Scott.

[Illustration:  SIR WALTER SCOTT.]

[Illustration:  MISS ANNE SCOTT.]

[Illustration:  JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.]

[Illustration:  PIERRE JEAN DAVID D’ANGERS.]