The commissary, with all the sincerity of grave good breeding—made me
one, as low again.——I never was more disconcerted with a bow in my
life.
——The devil take the serious character of these people! quoth I—(aside)
they understand no more of Irony than this——
The comparison was standing close by with his panniers—but something
seal’d up my lips—I could not pronounce the name—