'All right at last, is it? Very well. Good evening, monsieur.' He returned to his carriage.
'Will you drive against me again, hey!' shouted the coachman, when he had mounted the box.
'I would do so a thousand times, hey!' yelled the postboy, leaping on his horse.
'You lie, you gherkin!' called the coachman, gathering the reins into his hand.
'You are drunk, you pumpkin!' cried the postboy, cracking his whip.
'A thousand devils! say that again, hey!' roared the driver as the vehicles passed.
'Till death's day. I repeat it. Hey!'
'Shrimp!' bellowed the coachman, turning in his seat and shouting over the back of the carriage.
'Flounder!' called the postilion over his shoulder.
When the two carriages were out of sight, Grégoire turned to Lindet, and said, 'the court has committed suicide. The queen has prevailed upon the king to dismiss Necker, and now she is about to form a ministry after her own heart. Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat.'