“No, I have one suit left, the handsomest even, but I expect a purchaser.”
“And the chausses?”
“Well, if you look, you will see them on that chair.”
“Very well! since you have some chausses and a pourpoint left, put your legs into the first and your back into the other; have a horse saddled, and set off.”
“Not I.”
“And why not?”
“Mordieu! don’t you know, then, that M. de Guiche is at Etampes?”
“No, I thought he was at Paris. You will then only have fifteen leagues to go, instead of thirty.”
“You are a wonderfully clever fellow! If I were to ride fifteen leagues in these clothes, they would never be fit to put on again; and, instead of selling them for thirty pistoles, I should be obliged to take fifteen.”
“Sell them for what you like, but I must have a second commission of maid of honor.”