"Oh Sare, ja: de var same, de pious good christen Capitaine le Harnois."
"God bless me! is it possible? I parted with him last night at five o'clock; and I protest I never saw a man look better in my life. Dead! Why it seems a thing incredible. At five o'clock yesterday, but twenty-three hours ago, I declare to you, Mr. Van der Velsen, that I saw him with a keg of spirits by his side: and I'll venture to say that he drank a glass of it every three minutes."
"Aye, alway he trank his physic at five o'clock: bot, Sare--mine dear Sare, all would not save him: no ting would save him: his time fos come."
"And what was his complaint, pray?"
"Consomption."
"Consumption! What Captain le Harnois' complaint consumption?"
"Oh! que oui, Sare: he complain moch of consomption."
"Why he had good reason to complain of it, if it killed him with so little warning. But what sort of consumption? Consumption of the brandy cask?"
"Oh no, mine dear friend: consomption--what you call it?--trotting consomption."
"Galloping consumption he means," said the English coadjutor of Mr. Van der Velsen.