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XXXIV

вЄЇвБ†But it is an indubitable verity, continued I, addressing myself to the commissary, changing only the form of my asseverationвБ†вЄЇвБ†that I owe the king of France nothing but my goodwill; for he is a very honest man, and I wish him all health and pastime in the worldвБ†вЄЇвБ†

Pardonnez moiвБ†вАФreplied the commissary, you are indebted to him six livres four sous, for the next post from hence to St.¬†Fons, in your route to AvignonвБ†вАФwhich being a post royal, you pay double for the horses and postillionвБ†вАФotherwise вАЩtwould have amounted to no more than three livres two sousвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вЄЇвБ†But I donвАЩt go by land; said I.

вЄЇвБ†You may if you please; replied the commissaryвБ†вЄЇвБ†

Your most obedient servantвБ†вЄЇвБ†said I, making him a low bowвБ†вЄЇвБ†

The commissary, with all the sincerity of grave good breedingвБ†вАФmade me one, as low again.вБ†вЄЇвБ†I never was more disconcerted with a bow in my life.

вЄЇвБ†The devil take the serious character of these people! quoth IвБ†вАФ(aside) they understand no more of irony than thisвБ†вЄЇвБ†

The comparison was standing close by with his panniersвБ†вАФbut something sealвАЩd up my lipsвБ†вАФI could not pronounce the nameвБ†вАФ

Sir, said I, collecting myselfвБ†вАФit is not my intention to take postвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФBut you mayвБ†вАФsaid he, persisting in his first replyвБ†вАФyou may take post if you chooseвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФAnd I may take salt to my pickled herring, said I, if I chooseвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФBut I do not chooseвБ†вАФ

вАФBut you must pay for it, whether you do or no.

Aye! for the salt; said I (I know)вБ†вЄЇвБ†

вАФAnd for the post too; added he. Defend me! cried IвБ†вЄЇвБ†

I travel by waterвБ†вАФI am going down the Rh√іne this very afternoonвБ†вАФmy baggage is in the boatвБ†вАФand I have actually paid nine livres for my passageвБ†вЄЇвБ†

CвАЩest tout egalвБ†вАФвАЩtis all one; said he.

Bon Dieu! what, pay for the way I go! and for the way I do not go!

вЄЇвБ†CвАЩest tout egal; replied the commissaryвБ†вЄЇвБ†

вЄЇвБ†The devil it is! said IвБ†вАФbut I will go to ten thousand Bastiles firstвБ†вЄЇвБ†

O England! England! thou land of liberty, and climate of good sense, thou tenderest of mothersвБ†вАФand gentlest of nurses, cried I, kneeling upon one knee, as I was beginning my apostrophe.

When the director of Madam Le BlancвАЩs conscience coming in at that instant, and seeing a person in black, with a face as pale as ashes, at his devotionsвБ†вАФlooking still paler by the contrast and distress of his draperyвБ†вАФaskвАЩd, if I stood in want of the aids of the churchвБ†вЄЇвБ†

I go by waterвБ†вАФsaid IвБ†вАФand hereвАЩs another will be for making me pay for going by oil.