"What sort of a country is this?
Hie, there, a light! Is there any one at home ?" This marvel brought forth Peter Bus with a light, and after gaping sufficiently at the new-comer and his servant who had thus broken into his kitchen, he asked, with an alacrity to oblige by no means corresponding to his amazement, "What are your commands, sir ?" His face showed at the same time that he meant to give nothing.
The stranger murdered the Hungarian language terribly, and he had a distinctly foreign accent.
"Milles tonnerres!" he cried, "can't you speak any other language here but Hungarian ?" "No." "That's bad.

Then where's the innkeeper ?" "I am.

And may I ask, sir, who you are, whence you came, and where you live ?" "I own property here, but I live at Paris, and what devils brought me hither I don't know.

I would have gone on further if the mud of your roads hadn't stopped me.

And now give me--comment s'appelle ca ?" And here he came to a stop because he could not find the word he wanted.
"Give you what, sir ?" "Comment s'appelle ca?
Tell me the name!" "My name, sir?
Peter Bus." "Diable! not your name, but the name of the thing I want." "What _do_ you want, sir ?" "That thing that draws a coach, a four-legged thing; you strike it with a whip." "A horse, do you mean ?" "Pas donc! They don't call it that." "A _forspont_ ?"[2] [Footnote 2: Relay of horses: Ger.