——All you need say of _Fontainbleau_ (in case you are ask’d) is, that
it stands about forty miles (south something) from _Paris_, in the
middle of a large forest_—_That there is something great in it_—_That
the king goes there once every two or three years, with his whole
court, for the pleasure of the chace—and that, during that carnival of
sporting, any _English_ gentleman of fashion (you need not forget
yourself) may be accommodated with a nag or two, to partake of the
sport, taking care only not to out-gallop the king——
Though there are two reasons why you need not talk loud of this to
every one.