My philosophy is
this, that the world is as men make it."
"As the old saying is,--
"'To lend, or to spend, or to give in,
'Tis a very good world that we live in;
But to borrow, or beg, or get a man's own,
'Tis the very worst world that ever was known.'
And you consider yourself in the latter category, Master Pothier?"
Philibert spoke doubtingly, for a more self-complacent face than his
companion's he never saw--every wrinkle trembled with mirth; eyes,
cheeks, chin, and brows surrounded that jolly red nose of his like a
group of gay boys round a bonfire.
"Oh, I am content, your Honor! We notaries are privileged to wear
furred cloaks in the Palais de Justice, and black robes in the
country when we can get them! Look here at my robe of dignity!" He
held up the tattered tail of his gown with a ludicrous air. "The
profession of notary is meat, drink, and lodging: every man's house
is free to me--his bed and board I share, and there is neither
wedding, christening, nor funeral, in ten parishes that can go on
without me.
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