"You are a great fool or a great rascal, or both, Bellenger," the superior man said.
"Most people are, your highness," responded the one at the wheel. He kept it going, as if his earthenware was of more importance than the talk.
"You are living a miserable life, roving about."
"Many other Frenchmen are no better off than I am, my prince."
"True enough. I've roved about myself."
"Did you turn schoolmaster in Switzerland, prince?"
"I did. My family are in Switzerland now."
"Some of the nobles were pillaged by their peasants as well as by the government. But your house should not have lost everything."
"You are mistaken about our losses. The Orleans Bourbons have little or no revenue left. Monsieur and Artois were the Bourbons able to maintain a court about them in exile. So you have to turn potter, to help support the idiot and yourself?"
"Is your highness interested in art?"