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 everything 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.