"Oh, Lord!" cried Pangloss, "I am so weak I cannot stand," upon which Candide instantly led him to the Anabaptist's stable, and procured him something to eat. As soon as Pangloss had a little refreshed himself, Candide began to repeat his inquiries concerning Miss Cunegund.
Je n'en peux plus, dit Pangloss. Aussitôt Candide le mena dans l'étable de l'anabaptiste, où il lui fit manger un peu de pain; et quand Pangloss fut refait: Eh bien! lui dit-il, Cunégonde?