“You see,” said Candide to Martin on the way, “we supped with six dethroned kings, and of those six there was one to whom I gave charity. Perhaps there are many other princes yet more unfortunate. For my part, I have only lost a hundred sheep; and now I am flying into Cunegonde’s arms. My dear Martin, yet once more Pangloss was right: all is for the best.” “I wish it,” answered Martin.
