“Faith, comrade,” said one of them to the other, “yonder is a well-made young fellow and of the right size.” Upon which they made up to Candide and with the greatest civility and politeness invited him to dine with them.

“Gentlemen,” replied Candide, with a most engaging modesty, “you do me much honor, but upon my word I have no money.”

“Money, sir!” said one of the blues to him, “young persons of your appearance and merit never pay anything; why, are not you five feet five inches high?”

“Yes, gentlemen, that is really my size,” replied he, with a low bow.

“Come then, sir, sit down along with us; we will not only pay your