I never hoped to dine off a coffin." "Ah! you mean the Taverne de l'Enfer ?" exclaimed Duprez.

"Yes; the divine waitresses wore winding sheets, and the wine was served in imitation skulls.

Excellent! I remember; the tables were shaped like coffins." "Gude Lord Almighty!" piously murmured Macfarlane.

"What a fearsome sicht!" As he pronounced these words with an unusually marked accent, Duprez looked inquiring.
"What does our Macfarlane say ?" "He says it must have been a 'fearsome sicht,'" repeated Lorimer, with even a stronger accent than Sanby's own, "which, _mon cher_ Pierre, means all the horrors in your language; _affreux_, _epouvantable_, _navrant_--anything you like, that is sufficiently terrible." "_Mais, point du tout_!" cried Duprez energetically.

"It was charming! It made us laugh at death--so much better than to cry! And there was a delicious child in a winding-sheet; brown curls, laughing eyes and little mouth; ha ha! but she was well worth kissing!" "I'd rather follow ma own funeral, than kiss a lass in a winding-sheet," said Sandy, in solemn and horrified tones.