A third was interrogated on her husband’s age and name, who was said to have died in the army of the smallpox. “Of the small pox,” said the Toy, “a fine story indeed: say, madam, of two good strokes of a scimitar which he received from the Sangiac Cavaglio, because he took it ill, that his eldest son was said to be as like the Sangiac, as one egg is to another: and madam knows as well as I,” added the Toy, “that a likeness was never better grounded.”

The fourth was going to speak without being interrogated by Mangogul, when her Toy was heard to cry out from the lower regions, that these ten years part, which the war had lasted, she had made pretty good use of her time; that two pages and a huge scoundrel of a footman had supplied her husband’s place; and that without doubt she designed the pension, which she was solliciting, for keeping an actor of the comic opera.