(Signed) A...."* (Here
His Majesty repeated a name which I did not feel justified in
indicating more unequivocally.)
*Quere-Arouet?
"A clever fellow that," resumed he; "but like you, Monsieur Bon-Bon,
he was mistaken about the soul. The soul a shadow, truly! The soul a
shadow; Ha! ha! ha!- he! he! he!- hu! hu! hu! Only think of a
fricasseed shadow!"
"Only think- hiccup!- of a fricasseed shadow!" exclaimed our hero,
whose faculties were becoming much illuminated by the profundity of
his Majesty's discourse.
"Only think of a hiccup!- fricasseed shadow!! Now, damme!- hiccup!-
humph! If I would have been such a- hiccup!- nincompoop! My soul,
Mr.- humph!"
"Your soul, Monsieur Bon-Bon?"
"Yes, sir- hiccup!- my soul is-"
"What, sir?"
"No shadow, damme!"
"Did you mean to say-"
"Yes, sir, my soul is- hiccup!- humph!- yes, sir."
"Did you not intend to assert-"
"My soul is- hiccup!- peculiarly qualified for- hiccup!- a-"
"What, sir?"
"Stew."
"Ha!"
"Soufflee."
"Eh!"
"Fricassee."
"Indeed!"
"Ragout and fricandeau- and see here, my good fellow! I'll let you
have it- hiccup!- a bargain." Here the philosopher slapped his
Majesty upon the back.
"Couldn't think of such a thing," said the latter calmly, at the
same time rising from his seat.
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