WHEN the first transport was over, and the registers of the brain were
beginning to get a little out of the confusion into which this jumble
of cross accidents had cast them—it then presently occurr’d to me, that
I had left my remarks in the pocket of the chaise—and that in selling
my chaise, I had sold my remarks along with it, to the chaise-vamper.
I leave this void space that the reader may swear into it any
oath that he is most accustomed to——For my own part, if ever I swore a
_whole_ oath into a vacancy in my life, I think it was into that—— * *
* * * * * * *, said I—and so my remarks through _France_, which were as
full of wit, as an egg is full of meat, and as well worth four hundred
guineas, as the said egg is worth a penny—have I been selling here to a
chaise-vamper—for four _Louis d’Ors_—and giving him a post-chaise (by
heaven) worth six into the bargain; had it been to _Dodsley_, or
_Becket_, or any creditable bookseller, who was either leaving off
business, and wanted a post-chaise—or who was beginning it—and wanted
my remarks, and two or three guineas along with them—I could have borne
it——but to a chaise-vamper!—shew me to him this moment,
_François_,—said I—The valet de place put on his hat, and led the
way—and I pull’d off mine, as I pass’d the commissary, and followed
him.