As the first proved to have been boiled in tepid water, I requested the landlady to boil the second afresh, which she did in a manner that may partly account for the observed fact that the very eggs of some towns taste of garlic.

There was household soup simmering on the fire, reeking with onion and garlic, and many other abominations; and, as if it was quite the right and usual thing to do, she slipped the unfortunate egg into this, and left it there to be cooked.

After all, garlic must be cheap as an article of food, for the whole bill amounted only to 7-1/2 francs.
This was the last glaciere on my list.

It was quite as well that such was the case; for the trials of Dauphine had been too great, and I should scarcely have been inclined to face further adventures of a like kind.
FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 82: T.xxx.p.

157.] [Footnote 83: Vol.ii.p.