Just as the diligence was about to start, and the shout for us to get aboard was heard, the waiter came running with a piping hot plate of sweetbreads nicely broiled.

I had waited and wondered why it took so long to get a simple piece of cake or biscuit, and lo! a piece of hot meat was offered me.

I could not take the frizzling thing in my hand nor eat it without bread, knife, or fork, so I hurried off to the coach, the man pursuing me to the very door.

I was vexed and disappointed, while the rest of the party were convulsed with laughter at the parting salute and my attempt to make my way alone.

It was some time before I heard the last of the "sweetbreads." When we reached Paris we secured a courier who could speak English, to show us the sights of that wonderful city.