“No, no; not a sermon at table.”
“We have beautiful discourses at the court, I assure you.”
“About what?”
“About virtue.”
“Ah! yes, he is a very virtuous man, our King Henri III.”
“I do not know if he be virtuous; but I know that I have never seen anything there to make me blush.”
“You blush!”
At this moment M. Boutromet entered with the omelet and two more bottles.
“Bring it here,” cried the monk, with a smile, which showed his thirty-two teeth.
“But, friend, I thought you had a discourse to pronounce.”