Upon their road, at the end of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, they overtook the humble equipage of Vatel, who was quietly conveying home his _vin de Joigny_.
The black horses, going at a swift pace, alarmed, as they passed, the timid hack of the _maitre d'hotel_, who, putting his head out at the window, cried, in a fright, "Take care of my bottles!" [2].