They wanted me to stop and lay up at Bayonne.

How could I?
And again at Paris.

How could I?
They said, 'You will die.'-- 'Not before I get to Beaurepaire,' said I.
I could bear the motion of a horse no longer, so at the nearest town I asked for a carriage.

Would you believe it?
both his carriages were OUT AT A WEDDING.

I could not wait till they came back.