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.