• If Caesar had given me glory and war, and I were obliged to quit my mother’s love, I would say to great Caesar, “Take back thy sceptre and thy chariot; I prefer the love of my mother.” ↩
• Whether the sun shines brightly or dim, the bear returns to his cave. ↩
• I am hungry, father. I have no food. I am cold, mother. I have no clothes. Shover, Lolotte! Sob, Jacquot! ↩
• The peephole is a Judas in French. Hence the half-punning allusion. ↩
• Our love has lasted a whole week, but how short are the instants of happiness! To adore each other for eight days was hardly worth the while! The time of love should last forever. ↩
• You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you everywhere. ↩
• A democrat. ↩
• Thanks. ↩
• King Bootkick went a-hunting after crows, mounted on two stilts. When one passed beneath them, one paid him two sous. ↩
• In olden times, fouriers were the officials who preceded the Court and allotted the lodgings. ↩
• Scouts. ↩