ict on some Lady about Versailles with whom she had cause of Anger.
At any rate, the cruel and Disgraceful thing was done, the Dame sitting
in her coach meanwhile clapping her hands. O! 'twas a scandalous thing.
The poor Dame de Liancourt goes, Burning with Rage and Shame, to the
Chief Town of the Province, to lodge her complaint. The matter is
brought before the Parliament, and in due time it goes to Paris, and is
heard and re-heard, the Judges all making a Mighty to-do about it; and
at last, after some two years and a half's litigation, is settled in
this wise. My Lady pays a Fine and the Costs, and begs the Dame de
Liancourt's pardon. But what, think you, becomes of the two poor
Lacqueys that had been rash enough to execute her Revengeful Orders?
Why, at first they are haled about from one gaol to another for Thirty
Months in succession, and then they are subjected to the question,
Ordinary and Extraordinary--that is to say, to the Torture; and at last,
when my Lady is paying her fine of 10,000 livres, I think, or about Four
Hundred Pounds of our Money, the Judges at Paris pronounce against these
two poor Devils of Footmen,--that were as innocent of any Malice in the
Matter as the Babe that is unborn, and only Did what they were
Told,--that one is to be Hanged in the Place de Greve, and the other
banished to the Galleys, there to be chained to the Oar for life. A fine
Encouragement truly for those who think that, for good Victuals and a
Fine Livery, they are bound to obey all the Humours and Caprices, even
to the most Unreasonable and most Arbitrary, of their Masters and
Mistresses.

We were in no great Mood, after this Affair was over, to remain in
Vienna. Mr. Pinchin did at first purpose journeying through the Province
of Styria by Gratz, to a little town on the sea-coast, called
Trieste,--that has much grown in importance during these latter
days,--and so crossing the Gulf to Venice; but he abandoned this Scheme.
His health was visibly breaking; his Funds, he said, were running low;
he was more anxious about his Mamma than ever; and 'twas easy to see
that he was half-weary and half-afraid of the Chaplain and Myself, and
that he desired nothing Half so Much as to get Rid of us Both. So we
packed up, and resumed our Wanderings, but in Retreat instead of
Advance. We passed, coming back, through Dresden, where there are some
fine History Pictures, and close to which the Saxon Elector had set up a
great Factory for the