“Yah” replied the good-natured German, who did n't understand a word. “Two places, diligence, coupe, morning. Is it full?” “Yah,” replied the accommodating fellow. “Hotel man spik English.” I suggested the banquette as desirable, if it could be obtained, and the German was equally willing to give it to us. Descending from the omnibus at the hotel, in a drizzling rain, and amidst a crowd of porters and postilions and runners, the “man who spoke English” immediately presented himself; and upon him the American pounced with a torrent of questions. He was a willing, lively little waiter, with his moony face on the top of his head; and he jumped round in the rain like a parching pea, rolling his head about in the funniest manner. The American steadied the little man by the collar, and began, “I want to secure two seats in the coupe of the diligence in the morning.” “Yaas,” jumping round, and looking from one to another. “Diligence, coupe, morning.” “I--want--two seats--in--coupe. If I can't get them, two--in--banquette.” “Yaas banquette, coupe,--yaas, diligence.” “Do you understand? Two seats, diligence, Simplon, morning. Will you get them?” “Oh, yaas! morning, diligence. Yaas, sirr.” “Hang the fellow! Where is the office?” And the gentleman left the spry little waiter bobbing about in the middle of the street, speaking English, but probably comprehending nothing that was said to him. I inquired the way to the office of the conductor: it was closed, but would soon be open, and I waited; and at length the official, a stout Frenchman, appeared, and I secured places in the interior, the only ones to be had to Visp. I had seen a diligence at the door with three places in the coupe, and one perched behind; no banquette. The office is brightly lighted; people are waiting to secure places; there is the usual crowd of loafers, men and women, and the Frenchman sits at his desk. Enter the American. “I want two places in coupe, in the morning. Or banquette. Two places, diligence.” The official waves him off, and says something. “What does he say?” “He tells you to sit down on that bench till he is ready.” Soon the Frenchman has run over his big waybills, and turns to us. “I want two places in the diligence, coupe,” etc, etc, says the American. This remark being lost on the official, I explain to him as well as I can what is wanted, at first,--two places in the coupe. “One is taken,” is his reply. “The gentleman will take two,” I said, having in mind the diligence in the yard, with three places in the coupe. “One is taken,” he repeats. “Then the gentleman will take the other two.” “One is taken!” he cries, jumping up and smiting the table,--“one is taken, I tell you!” “How many are there in the coupe?” “TWO.” “Oh! then the gentleman will take the one remaining in the coupe and the one on top.”