"C'est ça. The monsieur desire to go to Gren-haub; et encore jusqu'à Genève—on to Geneva."
"We," rapturously responded the common-councilman.
"I do comprends. Two place in the Gren-haub diligence. Vill the monsieur go by dat von?" pointing to the one at the door. "She do go in de half hour."
"Not that one," retorted Mr. Dundyke, impatient at the clerk's obscure English. "I said in one like that, later."
"Yes, sare, I comprends now. You would partir by anoder von like her, the next one that parts. Vill you dat I retienne two place for Gren-haub?"
"We, we," responded Mr. Dundyke. "Two places. My wife's with me, Mrs. D.: I'm a common-councilman, sir, at home. Two places for Gren-haub. Corner ones, mind: in the interior."
"C'est bien, monsieur. She goes à six of de hours."
"She! Who?"
"The diligence, I do say."
"Oh," said the common-councilman to himself, "they call coaches 'she's' in this country. I wonder what they call women. Six hours you say we shall take going."