“That’s nothing; turn your face toward the sky, and I’ll answer for it that the rain will very soon wash off the mud that covers your eyes.”
“You are right, my dear friend; I am well washed now, and I begin to see more distinctly. Ah! I breathe again!”
“Are you really hurt?”
“Wait till I feel myself; I’m sore all over, but I believe that I haven’t any serious wound.”
“That’s very fortunate!”
“Ah! my friend! what a terrible accident!”
“Whose fault is it?”
“Look you—I lashed the horse, because you were in a hurry to get there.”
“I advise you to put your crazy performances on my back!”
“Here we are in a pretty plight! and the rain coming down in sheets! It seems as if everything was in a conspiracy against us. Look! I even smashed my hat when I fell.”