“Oh! nonsense!”
“Do you believe in the cholera?”
“To be sure I do! He’s coming from the North, with his walking-stick under his arm.”
“The devil take him on the road! don’t let us see his green visage here.”
“They say he’s at London.”
“A pleasant journey to him.”
“Come, let us talk of something else; it may be a weakness, if you please, but I call this a dull subject.”
“I believe you.”
“Oh! gentlemen—I am not mistaken—no—it is she!”
“Who, then?”