The Arethusa: "Pardon me: I am convinced of the contrary. I am here on my rights as an English subject by international treaty."
The Commissary (with scorn): "You call yourself an Englishman?"
The Arethusa: "I do."
The Commissary: "Humph.—What is your trade?"
The Arethusa: "I am a Scottish Advocate."
The Commissary (with singular annoyance): "A Scottish Advocate! Do you then pretend to support yourself by that in this Department?"
The Arethusa modestly disclaimed the pretension. The Commissary had scored a point.
The Commissary: "Why, then, do you travel?"
The Arethusa: "I travel for pleasure."
The Commissary (pointing to the knapsack, and with sublime incredulity): "Avec ça? Voyez-vous, je suis un homme intelligent!" (With that? Look here, I am a person of intelligence!)