Touching, truly!" "Then, may I ask to what nationality you yourself belong, sir ?" "I don't live here.

Bon Dieu! what a terrible fate for any one to live here, where the puddles are bottomless and a man can see nothing but storks." Peter Bus turned to leave the room; he was offended at being treated in this manner.
"Come, come, don't run away with the light, signore contadino!" cried the stranger.
"I beg your pardon, but I am of gentle birth myself.

My name is Peter Bus,[4] and I am well content with it." [Footnote 4: Pronounced _Bush_.] "Ah, ah, ah, Monsignore Bouche, then you are a gentleman and an innkeeper in one, eh?
That's nothing.

James Stuart was of royal blood, and at last he also became an innkeeper.

Well, tell me, if I am to remain here, have you some good wine and pretty girls, eh ?" "My wine is bad--'tis no drink for a gentleman--and my serving-maid is as ugly as night." "Ugly! Ah, c'est piquant! There's no need to take offence; so much the better! 'Tis all the same to a gentleman.