Albert Smith, The Marchioness of Brinvilliers… (1886)
“ When autumn arrives, and Jacques Mito will come and mind the mill, we will all start together. I can get a mule who will go the whole way, with easy stages.’ ‘And we have been promised a patache,’ observed Bathilde. ‘Ay—a patache. Mass! did you ever travel by a patache? They send you up to the sky every round the wheels make. ’Tis a fine method of seeing the country.’ Bathilde laughed at her husband’s explanation of the uncomfortable conveyance. But it was evident that the mention of Languedoc only brought back tearful recollections to Louise Gauthier. ”
