My brother Tom, with a kindness which did honour to his heart, exchanged his for mine, saying, with fraternal regard, "Here, Peter, take mine, it's as dry as a bone." But my father would not wait for a second handkerchief to perform its duty.

He led me away through the hall, when, having shaken hands with all the men and kissed all the maids, who stood in a row with their aprons to their eyes, I quitted my paternal roof.
The coachman accompanied me to the place from whence the stage was to start.

Having seen me securely wedged between two fat old women, and having put my parcel inside, he took his leave, and in a few minutes I was on my road to London.
I was too much depressed to take notice of anything during my journey.
When we arrived in London, they drove to the Blue Boar (in a street, the name of which I have forgotten).

I had never seen or heard of such an animal, and certainly it did appear very formidable; its mouth was open and teeth very large.

What surprised me still more was to observe that its teeth and hoofs were of pure gold.