The orderly cuts open his trouser, and I tell him to take off the boot.
Mouchon puts out his hand, and says diffidently:
"Never mind the boot."
"But, my good fellow, we can't dress your leg without taking off your
boot."
Then Mouchon, red and confused, objects:
"But if you take off the boot, I'm afraid my foot will smell...."
I have often thought of this answer. And believe me, Mouchon, I have not
yet met the prince who is worthy to take off your boots and wash your
humble feet.