...tumn, I shut the book-lid and took wing, with a little knapsack on my back, and a blue cap,—not exactly like Quentin Durward, but perhaps a little more. More anon of him. I had gone as far as Orleans in the diligence because the route is through an uninteresting country. I began the pedestrian part of my journey on one of those dull, melancholy days which you will find uttering a mournful voi...