But Jack Straw has had wonderful luck.
Being too mad, I suppose, to take care of himself, he was run over in one of the streets in our neighborhood by the carriage of an exalted personage, whom it would be an indiscretion on my part even to name.

The personage (an illustrious lady, I may inform you) was so distressed by the accident--without the slightest need, for the man was not seriously hurt--that she actually had him brought here in her carriage, and laid her commands on us to receive him.

Ah, Mrs.Wagner, her highness's heart is worthy of her highness's rank.

She occasionally sends to inquire after the lucky lunatic who rolled under her horse's feet.

We don't tell her what a trouble and expense he is to us.