We are now going to enter upon a new scene of events.⁠⸻

⸺⁠Leave we then the breeches in the tailor’s hands, with my father standing over him with his cane, reading him as he sat at work a lecture upon the latus clavus, and pointing to the precise part of the waistband, where he was determined to have it sewed on.⁠⸺⁠

Leave we my mother⁠—(truest of all the Pococurantes of her sex!)⁠—careless about it, as about everything else in the world which concerned her;⁠—that is,⁠—indifferent whether it was done this way or that,⁠—provided it was but done at all.⁠⸺⁠

Leave we Slop likewise to the full profits of all my dishonours.⁠⸻

Leave we poor Le Fever to recover, and get home from Marseilles as he can.⁠⸺⁠And last of all,⁠—because the hardest of all⁠⸺⁠

Let us leave, if possible, myself:⁠⸺⁠But ’tis impossible,⁠—I must go along with you to the end of the work.