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infected person, as I declared this; - and poor La Fleur advanced

three steps towards me, and with that sort of movement which a good



soul makes to succour a distress'd one: - the fellow won my heart

by it; and from that single trait I knew his character as



perfectly, and could rely upon it as firmly, as if he had served me

with fidelity for seven years.



Mon seigneur! cried the master of the hotel; but recollecting

himself as he made the exclamation, he instantly changed the tone



of it. - If Monsieur, said he, has not a passport (apparemment) in

all likelihood he has friends in Paris who can procure him one. -



Not that I know of, quoth I, with an air of indifference. - Then

certes, replied he, you'll be sent to the Bastile or the Chatelet



au moins. - Poo! said I, the King of France is a good natur'd soul:

- he'll hurt nobody. - Cela n'empeche pas, said he - you will



certainly be sent to the Bastile to-morrow morning. - But I've

taken your lodgings for a month, answer'd I, and I'll not quit them



a day before the time for all the kings of France in the world. La

Fleur whispered in my ear, That nobody could oppose the king of



France.

Pardi! said my host, ces Messieurs Anglois sont des gens tres



extraordinaires; - and, having both said and sworn it, - he went

out.



THE PASSPORT. THE HOTEL AT PARIS.

I could not find in my heart to torture La Fleur's with a serious



look upon the subject of my embarrassment, which was the reason I

had treated it so cavalierly: and to show him how light it lay upon



my mind, I dropt the subject entirely; and whilst he waited upon me

at supper, talk'd to him with more than usual gaiety about Paris,



and of the Opera Comique. - La Fleur had been there himself, and

had followed me through the streets as far as the bookseller's



shop; but seeing me come out with the young fille de chambre, and

that we walk'd down the Quai de Conti together, La Fleur deem'd it



unnecessary to follow me a step further; - so making his own

reflections upon it, he took a shorter cut, - and got to the hotel



in time to be inform'd of the affair of the police against my

arrival.



As soon as the honest creature had taken away, and gone down to sup

himself, I then began to think a little seriously about my



situation. -

- And here, I know, Eugenius, thou wilt smile at the remembrance of



a short dialogue which passed betwixt us the moment I was going to

set out: - I must tell it here.



Eugenius, knowing that I was as little subject to be overburden'd

with money as thought, had drawn me aside to interrogate me how



much I had taken care for. Upon telling him the exact sum,

Eugenius shook his head, and said it would not do; so pull'd out



his purse in order to empty it into mine. - I've enough in

conscience, Eugenius, said I. - Indeed, Yorick, you have not,



replied Eugenius; I know France and Italy better than you. - But

you don't consider, Eugenius, said I, refusing his offer, that



before I have been three days in Paris, I shall take care to say or

do something or other for which I shall get clapp'd up into the



Bastile, and that I shall live there a couple of months entirely at

the king of France's expense. - I beg pardon, said Eugenius drily:



really I had forgot that resource.

Now the event I treated gaily came seriously to my door.



Is it folly, or nonchalance, or philosophy, or pertinacity - or

what is it in me, that, after all, when La Fleur had gone down



stairs, and I was quite alone, I could not bring down my mind to

think of it otherwise than I had then spoken of it to Eugenius?



- And as for the Bastile; the terror is in the word. - Make the

most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another



word for a tower; - and a tower is but another word for a house you

can't get out of. - Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a



year. - But with nine livres a day, and pen and ink, and paper, and

patience, albeit a man can't get out, he may do very well within, -



at least for a mouth or six weeks; at the end of which, if he is a

harmless fellow, his innocence appears, and he comes out a better



and wiser man than he went in.

I had some occasion (I forget what) to step into the court-yard, as



I settled this account; and remember I walk'd down stairs in no

small triumph with the conceit of my reasoning. - Beshrew the



sombre pencil! said I, vauntingly - for I envy not its powers,

which paints the evils of life with so hard and deadly a colouring.



The mind sits terrified at the objects she has magnified herself,




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