“I dare say, but it’s true.”
“I must verify the matter with my own eyes;” and so saying I went to see Le Duc.
I found the poor rascal, as the doctor had said, incapable of motion. He had only the use of his tongue and his eyes.
“You are in a pretty state,” said I to him.
“I am very ill, sir, though otherwise I feel quite well.”
“I expect so, but as it is you can’t move, and I want to dine at Berne the day after to-morrow.”
“Have me carried there, I shall get cured.”
“You are right, I will have you carried in a litter.”
“I shall look like a saint out for a walk.”
I told one of the servants to look after him, and to see to all that was necessary for our departure. I had him taken to the “Falcon” by two horses who drew his litter.