"'Where did you pick up all these fine old Pieces?
These would amuse me on an evening; better than the conversation of my Doctor of the Sorbonne [one Peyrau, a wandering creature, not otherwise of the least interest to us], [Nicolai, _Anekdoten,_ ii.

133 n.] whom I have here, and whom I am trying to convert.' EGO.

"'I found them all in a Bohemian Library, where I sat diverting myself for two Winters.' KING.

"'How, then?
Two Winters in Bohemia?
What the devil were you doing there! Is it long since ?' EGO.

"'No, Sire; only a year or two [Potato-War time]! I had retired thither to read at my ease.'-- He smiled, and seemed to appreciate my not mentioning the little War of 1778, and saving him any speech about it.
He saw well enough that my Winter-quarters had been in Bohemia on that occasion; and was satisfied with my reticence.