I have also the fine linen shirt, silk stockings, shoes--with broad buckles, and cloak to go with it--there is nothing wanting, not even the sword." "Oh! as to that," cried de Sigognac, with a gesture expressive of all that pride of birth which no misfortunes could crush, "I have my father's sword." "True," answered Blazius, "and guard it sacredly, my lord! for a sword is a faithful friend--defender of its master's life and honour.

IT does not abandon him in times of peril and disaster, like the false friends who cling only to prosperity.

Our stage swords have neither edge nor point, for they are only intended for show; the wounds they make disappear suddenly when the curtain falls, without the aid of the surgeon with his instruments and lint.

That trusty sword of yours you can depend upon in any emergency, and I have already seen it doing good service in our behalf.

But permit me to go and fetch the things I spoke of; I am impatient to see the butterfly emerge from the chrysalis." Having thus spoken, in the theatrical way that had become habitual with him, the worthy pedant quitted the room, and soon reappeared, carrying a large package, which he deposited on the table in the centre of the chamber.
"If your lordship will accept an old actor as valet-de-chambre," he said, rubbing his hands joyfully together, "I will beautify you in no time.