"That fellow must have buried a host of patients," I said to my neighbour the attorney.
"I would not trust him with my dog," was the answer.
"I hate him—I can't help it," I said.
"I despise him."
"No—you're wrong there," I replied.
"And did you also dream of a queen?" enquired Beaumarchais.
"No! I dreamt of a people," he answered with an emphasis that made us laugh. "I had to cut off a patient's leg on the following day, and"—
"And you found the people in his leg?" asked M. de Calonne.
"Exactly," replied the surgeon.
"He's quite amusing," tittered the Countess de G——.