It is ten times as bad as the French plan.

In France they have bar-keepers, waiters, chamber galls, guides, quotillions,--" "Postilions, you mean," I said.
"Well, postilions then, for the French have queer names for people, that's a fact; disbanded sodgers, and such trash, for spies.

In England they have airls and countesses, Parliament men, and them that call themselves gentlemen and ladies, for spies." "How very absurd!" I said.
"Oh yes, very absurd," said Mr.Slick; "whenever I say anythin' agin England, it's very absurd, it's all prejudice.

Nothin' is strange, though, when it is said of us, and the absurder it is, the truer it is.
I can bam as well as any man when bam is the word, but when fact is the play, I am right up and down, and true as a trivet.

I won't deceive you; I'll prove it.
"There was a Kurnel Dun--dun--plague take his name, I can't recollect it, but it makes no odds--I know _he_ is Dun for, though, that's a fact.
Well, he was a British kurnel, that was out to Halifax when I was there.
I know'd him by sight, I didn't know him by talk, for I didn't fill then the dignified situation I now do, of Attache.