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90 no. In my best French I asked the cabman why he had come to the palace, and was answered, "You told me to." By this time a number had gathered round, all making inquiries as to what I wanted. I told the driver to retrace his steps, and, amid the shrugs of their shoulders, the nods of their heads, and the laughter of the soldiers. I left the Elysee without even a sight of the president's moustache for my trouble. This was only one of the many mistakes I made while in Paris.