True, he has vanquished foes enough, but the demon of melancholy, that makes even Dr.Mathys anxious, is far worse than the infidels before whom you were compelled to retreat in Algiers--far more terrible than the Turks and heretics combined.

Yet what are you and the wise treasurer doing?
The idea of lessening the salaries of the physician-in-ordinary and his colleagues has never entered the heads of the estimable gentlemen who call themselves his Majesty's faithful servants.

Very well! Then put the musicians' travelling expenses upon the apothecary's bill.

They have as much right to be there as the senna leaves.

But, if the penny pinchers in the council of finance refuse to advance the necessary funds, why--charge this medicine to my account.
I'll pay for it, in spite of the numerous leeches that suck my substance." "It certainly will not come to that, your Majesty," replied Quijada soothingly.