“ ‘ Maniacal ,’ says Farfadi, putting on his gown, and hunting for his square-cap; ‘ Maniacal , a terrible maniacal fit.’ Then turning to the servant, he ask’d: ‘Does not thy master see butterflies? Does he not pick the ends of his coverlid?’

“ ‘Oh! no, Sir,’ replied Champagne. ‘The poor man is on the top of his observatory, where his wife, daughters and son have much ado to hold him. Come quickly, you will find your square-cap tomorrow.’

“Codindo’s disease seemed to me to be of an odd kind: I took Farfadi in my coach, and we drove to the observatory. At the bottom of the stairs we heard Codindo crying out in a furious tone: ‘I must see the comet, I will see it: withdraw ye rascals and jades.’