THOUGH I was sensible I had said as many clever things to the
commissary as came to six livres four sous, yet I was determined to
note down the imposition amongst my remarks before I retired from the
place; so putting my hand into my coat-pocket for my remarks—(which, by
the bye, may be a caution to travellers to take a little more care of
_their_ remarks for the future) “my remarks were _stolen_”——Never did
sorry traveller make such a pother and racket about his remarks as I
did about mine, upon the occasion.
Heaven! earth! sea! fire! cried I, calling in every thing to my aid but
what I should——My remarks are stolen!—what shall I do?——Mr. Commissary!
pray did I drop any remarks, as I stood besides you?——
You dropp’d a good many very singular ones; replied he——Pugh! said I,
those were but a few, not worth above six livres two sous—but these are
a large parcel——He shook his head——Monsieur _Le Blanc!_ Madam _Le
Blanc!_ did you see any papers of mine?—you maid of the house! run up
stairs—_François!_ run up after her——
—I must have my remarks——they were the best remarks, cried I, that ever
were made—the wisest—the wittiest—What shall I do?—which way shall I
turn myself?
_Sancho Pança_, when he lost his ass’s FURNITURE, did not exclaim more
bitterly.