The last sentence seems rather superfluous,--if it was justifiable,--but, after all, no harm probably was done, and Dumas as a rule was never vituperative. Continuing, these first pages give us an account of the difficulties under which poor Louis Ange Pitou acquired his knowledge of Latin, which is remarkably like the account which Dumas gives in the "Mémoires" of his early acquaintance with the classics. When Pitou leaves Haramont, his native village, and takes to the road, and visits Billot at "Bruyere aux Loups," knowing well the road, as he did that to Damploux, Compiègne, and Vivières, he was but covering ground equally well known to Dumas' own youth. Finally, as he is joined by Billot _en route_ for Paris, and takes the highroad from Villers-Cotterets, near Gondeville, passing Nanteuil, Dammartin, and Ermenonville, arriving at Paris at La Villette, he follows almost the exact itinerary taken by the venturesome Dumas on his runaway journey from the notary's office at Crépy-en-Valois. Crépy-en-Valois was the near neighbour of Villers-Cotterets, which jealously attempted to rival it, and does even to-day. In "The Taking of the Bastille" Dumas only mentions it in connection with Mother Sabot's _âne_, "which was shod,"--the only ass which Pitou had ever known which wore shoes,--and performed the duty of carrying the mails between Crépy and Villers-Cotterets. At Villers-Cotterets one may come into close contact with the château which is referred to in the later pages of the "Vicomte de Bragelonne." "Situated in the middle of the forest, where we shall lead a most sentimental life, the very same where my grandfather," said Monseigneur the Prince, "Henri IV. did with 'La Belle Gabrielle.'" So far as lion-hunting goes, Dumas himself at an early age appears to have fallen into it. He recalls in "Mes Mémoires" the incident of Napoleon I. passing through Villers-Cotterets just previous to the battle of Waterloo. "Nearly every one made a rush for the emperor's carriage," said he; "naturally I was one of the first.... Napoleon's pale, sickly face seemed a block of ivory.... He raised his head and asked, 'Where are we?' 'At Villers-Cotterets, Sire,' said a voice. 'Go on.'" Again, a few days later, as we learn from the "Mémoires," "a horseman coated with mud rushes into the village; orders four horses for a carriage which is to follow, and departs.... A dull rumble draws near ... a carriage stops.... 'Is it he--the emperor?' Yes, it was the emperor, in the same position as I had seen him before, exactly the same, pale, sickly, impassive; only the head droops rather more.... 'Where are we?' he asked. 'At Villers-Cotterets, Sire.' 'Go on.'"