exclaimed the former, "all these are trifles compared to my misery!—He quickly tore off his clothes;—Bring! give!"
The domestic who was summoned thither assisted him, "My clothes are too long, and perhaps too narrow for you," said the Counsellor. "Never mind," cried the eager doctor, I shall perhaps the more easily impose on the invalid; the black coat, the neckcloth, the waistcoat descends to the knee, no harm in that; now for the wig!"
"You know, extraordinary man," said the Lord of Beauvais, "that I have given up that ornament here in this retirement more than ten years ago.—There is not one in the house."
"No wig!" exclaimed Vila, and with horror let fall the black coat, through one of the sleeves of which he had thrust his arm.—"Not a single wig! man! now I begin to believe that you have renounced all faith, what is to be done?"
The Counsellor and the servant en-
