There we sat bending over it: Belle, with her long beautiful hair streaming over her magnificent shoulders; the postillion smoking his pipe, in his shirtsleeves and waistcoat, having flung aside his great coat, which had sustained a thorough wetting; and I without my waggoner's slop, of which, it being in the same plight, I had also divested myself.
The new-comer was a well-made fellow of about thirty with an open and agreeable countenance.

I found him very well informed for a man in his station, and with some pretensions to humour.

After we had discoursed for some time on indifferent subjects, the postillion, who had exhausted his pipe, took it from his mouth, and, knocking out the ashes upon the ground, exclaimed: "I little thought, when I got up in the morning, that I should spend the night in such agreeable company, and after such a fright." "Well," said I, "I am glad that your opinion of us has improved; it is not long since you seemed to hold us in rather a suspicious light." "And no wonder," said the man, "seeing the place you were taking me to.

I was not a little, but very much afraid of ye both; and so I continued for some time, though, not to show a craven heart, I pretended to be quite satisfied; but I see I was altogether mistaken about ye.

I thought you vagrant Gypsy folks and trampers; but now--" "Vagrant Gypsy folks and trampers," said I; "and what are we but people of that stamp ?" "Oh," said the postillion, "if you wish to be thought such, I am far too civil a person to contradict you, especially after your kindness to me, but--" "But!" said I; "what do you mean by but?
I would have you to know that I am proud of being a travelling blacksmith: look at these donkey-shoes, I finished them this day." The postillion took the shoes and examined them.