And ze time will be save--entirely save! Because zere is nothing to see now--it is too late.

It want ten minute to four and ze Louvre close at four--only one leetle moment, Doctor!" The treacherous miscreant! After four breakfasts and a gallon of champagne, to serve us such a scurvy trick.

We got no sight of the countless treasures of art in the Louvre galleries that day, and our only poor little satisfaction was in the reflection that Ferguson sold not a solitary silk dress pattern.
I am writing this chapter partly for the satisfaction of abusing that accomplished knave Billfinger, and partly to show whosoever shall read this how Americans fare at the hands of the Paris guides and what sort of people Paris guides are.

It need not be supposed that we were a stupider or an easier prey than our countrymen generally are, for we were not.
The guides deceive and defraud every American who goes to Paris for the first time and sees its sights alone or in company with others as little experienced as himself.

I shall visit Paris again someday, and then let the guides beware! I shall go in my war paint--I shall carry my tomahawk along.
I think we have lost but little time in Paris.