Yes, I made her jump on my black horse, and bore her off like--like Aeneas bore his wife away from the siege of Rome! hey, l'Abbe ?" "The events were precisely similar," said the Abbe.

"It is wonderful what a memory you have!" "I was always remarkable for it," continued his Excellency.

"Well, where was I,--at the black horse?
Yes, at the black horse.

Well, I mounted her on the black horse, and rode her en croupe, egad--ha, ha!--to Birmingham; and there we billed and cooed together like a pair of turtle-doves: yes--ha!--that we did!" "And this, I suppose, is the end of some of the BILLINGS ?" said the Abbe, pointing to Mr.Tom.
"Billings! what do you mean?
Yes--oh--ah--a pun, a calembourg.

Fi donc, M.l'Abbe." And then, after the wont of very stupid people, M.de Galgenstein went on to explain to the Abbe his own pun.