“In that case, monsieur, we must allow ourselves to be robbed and say nothing, must we?”
“That is the wisest course in this case, Bertrand.”
“It’s very amusing!”
“We must make haste, too, to leave this house, which was undoubtedly let to those sharpers, and of which we have smashed the door; for we may be asked by what right we are here, and be punished for breaking in as we did.”
“That would be the last straw! Ah! my poor old Schtrack, it would have been much better to stay with you!”
“Courage, Bertrand, let us rise superior to disaster. We have nothing left—very good! that compels me to work. We will travel on foot; in that way one doesn’t run the risk of making evil acquaintances as one does in a diligence. And then our baggage is lighter than ever, and each of us can say with the Greek philosopher: ‘Omnia mecum porto.’”
“That must mean that he hadn’t a sou, doesn’t it, lieutenant?”
“Pretty nearly that, Bertrand.”
“In that case we are getting to be mighty philosophical!”
“Let’s leave Turin and go elsewhere in search of prudence.”