on her face.  She is a miniature lady, and she knows it; she is fully up in her part, without effort or inconvenience, by force of habit; the unique, the perpetual instruction she gets is that on her deportment; it may be said with truth that the fulcrum of education in this country is the dancing-master.[38] They could get along with him without any others; without him the others were of no use.  For, without him, how could people go through easily, suitably, and gracefully the thousand and one actions of daily life, walking, sitting down, standing up, offering the arm, using the fan, listening and smiling, before eyes so experienced and before such a refined public?  This is to be the great thing for them when they become men and women, and for this reason it is the thing of chief importance for them as children.  Along with graces of attitude and of gesture, they already have those of the mind and of expression.  Scarcely is their tongue loosened when they speak the polished language of their parents.  The latter amuse themselves with them and use them as pretty dolls; the preaching of Rousseau, which, during the last third of the last century, brought children into fashion, produces no other effect.  They are made to recite their lessons in public, to perform in proverbs, to take parts in pastorals.  Their sallies are encouraged.  They know how to turn a compliment, to invent a clever or affecting repartee, to be gallant, sensitive, and even spirituelle.  The little Duc d’Angoulême, holding a book in his hand, receives Suffren, whom he addresses thus:  “I was reading Plutarch and his illustrious men.  You could not have entered more apropos."[39] The children of M. de Sabran, a boy and a girl, one eight and the other nine, having taken lessons from the comedians Sainval and Larive, come to Versailles to play before the king and queen in Voltaire’s “Oreste,” and on the little fellow being interrogated about the classic authors, he replies to a lady, the mother of three charming girls, “Madame, Anacreon is the only poet I can think of here!” Another, of the same age, replies to a question of Prince Henry of Prussia with an agreeable impromptu in verse.[40] To cause witticisms, trivialities, and mediocre verse to germinate in a brain eight years old, what a triumph for the culture of the day!  It is the last characteristic of the régime which, after having stolen man away from public affairs, from his own affairs, from marriage, from the family, hands him over, with all his sentiments and all his faculties, to social worldliness, him and all that belong to him.  Below him fine ways and forced politeness prevail, even with his servants and tradesmen.  A Frontin has a gallant unconstrained air, and he turns a compliment.[41] An Abigail needs only to be a kept mistress to become a lady.  A shoemaker is a “monsieur in black,” who says to a mother on saluting the daughter, “Madame, a charming young person, and I am more sensible than ever of the value of your kindness,” on which the young girl, just out of a convent, takes him for a suitor and blushes scarlet.  Undoubtedly less unsophisticated eyes would distinguish the difference between this pinchbeck louis d’or and a genuine one; but their resemblance suffices to show the universal action of the central mint-machinery which stamps both with the same effigy, the base metal and the refined gold.