Identical twins are so much alike, it is difficult to identify them.

“It looks a bit black over Bill's mother's,” I said. “I don't like the look of them bleeding clouds for one minute.”

Night came, with that increase of gaiety which has always been night's peculiar privilege—perhaps on the principle of contrast. Monday, it was the ridotto; Tuesday, the opera; Wednesday, Ranelagh; Thursday, the play; Friday, a ball; Saturday, a rout, or else a little of all these blended together.

For months, Dati warned she would refuse to stand aside. Now she has stunned the political class with an open letter to Fillon in Le Monde, a scathing character assassination accusing him of the lone ambition of a disillusioned political elite, of doing politics in a way that never favoured women and stopping ethnic-minority candidates from progressing at elections. She said he was committing a sad mistake in trying to run in Paris.