Part 21 (2/2)
Passepartout entered and asked for Mr Batulcar, who straightway appeared in person
”What do you want?” said he to Passepartout, whom he at first took for a native
”Would you like a servant, sir?” asked Passepartout
”A servant!” cried Mr Batulcar, caressing the thick grey beard which hung from his chin ”I already have tho are obedient and faithful, have never left me, and serveout his two robust ars of a bass-viol
”So I can be of no use to you?”
”None”
”The devil! I should so like to cross the Pacific with you!”
”Ah!” said the Honourable Mr Batulcar ”You are no more a japanese than I am a monkey! Who are you dressed up in that way?”
”A man dresses as he can”
”That's true You are a Frenchman, aren't you?”
”Yes; a Parisian of Paris”
”Then you ought to kno to rimaces?”
”Why,” replied Passepartout, a little vexed that his nationality should cause this question, ”we Frenchrimaces, it is true but not any better than the Americans do”
”True Well, if I can't take you as a servant, I can as a clown You see, n clowns, and in foreign parts French clowns”
”Ah!”
”You are pretty strong, eh?”
”Especially after a good ?”
”Yes,” returned Passepartout, who had for in the streets
”But can you sing standing on your head, with a top spinning on your left foot, and a sabre balanced on your right?”
”Hu the exercises of his younger days
”Well, that's enough,” said the Honourable Williaement was concluded there and then