Chapter 23: August

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌⁠Certainly Albert is the best fellow in the world. I had a strange scene with him yesterday. I went to take leave of him; for I took it into my head to spend a few days in these mountains, from where I now write to you. As I was walking up and down his room, my eye fell upon his pistols. "Lend me those pistols," said I, "for my journey." "By all means," he replied, "if you will take the trouble to