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,