One must know how to understand him.
He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter.

He fears neither suspicious roads nor dangerous encounters, nor night.
Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers.

He would not take us.

He was absent for a fortnight.

On his return nothing had happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and said, "This is the way I have been robbed!" And then he opened a trunk full of jewels, all the jewels of the cathedral of Embrun, which the thieves had given him.
When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him a little, taking care, however, not to speak except when the carriage was making a noise, so that no one might hear me.
At first I used to say to myself, "There are no dangers which will stop him; he is terrible." Now I have ended by getting used to it.