“And you pronounce your discourse?”
“And I pronounce my discourse. I arrive—do you hear? The assembly is numerous and select. There are barons, counts, and dukes.”
“And even princes?”
“And even princes. I enter humbly among the faithful of the Union——”
“The Union—what does that mean?”
“I enter; they call Brother Gorenflot, and I advance——”
At these words the monk rose. “And I advance,” continued he, trying to do so, but at the first step he rolled on the floor.
“Bravo!” cried Chicot; “you advance, you salute the audience and say——”
“No, it is my friends who say, Brother Gorenflot—a fine name for a leaguer, is it not?”
“A leaguer,” thought Chicot: “what truths is this wine going to bring out?”