'Mille diables!'
'What are you fellows about?' asked a gentleman, thrusting his head out of the travelling carriage; 'cease quarrelling, and unlock the wheels.'
'Bah! what fellows!' exclaimed a head thrust out of the window of the smaller carriage; 'please to inform me when you are ready to start again. I shall put on my nightcap, and take a nap till you have done.'
The postilion removed the lamp from its place in the carriage, and proceeded to examine the wheels. Lindet stepped forward and volunteered his assistance. The wheels were faster than was anticipated.
'Back the horse, and be damned to you!' said the postilion to the coachman.
'I am backing, you pert jackanapes,' answered the other.
'You are not backing sufficiently,' said the postboy.
'Will you make my mare back till she is black in the face, hey?'
'Yes, I will, hey!'
'Then you won't, hey!'