“Your name, sir?”
“Here is my passport.”
He told me that he would take it to the governor, but I snatched it away from him.
“Would you like to see the governor?”
“Yes, I should.”
We started for the governor’s apartments. The officer was the first to enter, and in two minutes came out again and brought me in. I gave up my passport in proud silence. The governor read it through, examining me all the while to see if I was the person described; he then gave it me back, telling me that I was free to go where I liked.
“Not so fast, sir, I am not in such a hurry now. I shall send a messenger to Paris and wait his return; for by stopping me on my journey you have violated all the rights of the subject.”
“You violated them yourself in calling yourself a messenger.”
“Not at all; I told you that I was not one.”
“Yes, but you told your postillion that you were, and that comes to the same thing.”