“That you were going to pronounce a discourse.”
“There was some truth in that,” murmured Gorenflot.
“Yes, and you even told me part of it; it was very long, and there were terrible things against the king in it.”
“Bah!”
“So terrible, that I should not wonder if you were arrested for them.”
“M. Chicot, you open my eyes; did I seem quite awake when I spoke?”
“I must say you seemed very strange; you looked like a man who talks in his sleep.”
“Yet, I feel sure I awoke this morning at the Corne d’Abondance.”
“Well, of course; you came in again at three o’clock. I know; you left the door open, and made me cold.”
“It is true, then?”