But as the mountain was a considerable distance off, it happened that at the first halt, an artisan remembered that he had to deliver a new pair of slippers to a duke and peer, a publican fell to thinking how he had some specie to negotiate, and off they went.
A little further on two lovers lingered under the olive trees and forgot the discourse of the prophet; for they thought that the promised land was the spot where they stood, and the divine word was heard when they talked to one another.
The fat people, loaded with punches a la Sancho, had been wiping their foreheads with their handkerchiefs, for the last quarter of an hour, and began to grow thirsty, and therefore halted beside a clear spring.
Certain retired soldiers complained of the corns which tortured them, and spoke of Austerlitz, and of their tight boots.
At the second halt, certain men of the world whispered together:
"But this prophet is a fool."
"Have you ever heard him?"
"I? I came from sheer curiosity."
"And I because I saw the fellow had a large following." (The last man who spoke was a fashionable.)
"He is a mere charlatan."