I.—What is going on?
He.—Dauvergne’s Trocqueurs. There are some tolerable things in the music; the only pity is that he has not been the first to say them. Among those dead, there are always some to dismay the living. What would you have? Quisque suos patimur manes. But it is half-past five, I hear the bell ringing my vespers. Good day, my philosopher; always the same, am I not?
I.—Alas, you are; worse luck.
He.—Only let me have that bad luck for forty years to come! Who laughs last has the best of the laugh.
THE END.
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FOOTNOTES
[1] Œuv., v. 289.
[2] v. 295, 296.