“What shall I ride?”
“Not my horse; you would kill it.”
“Then what must I do?”
“Nothing more simple; I will buy you an ass.”
“You are my benefactor, M. Chicot. Let the ass be strong. Now, where do we breakfast?”
“Here; look over this door and read.”
Gorenflot looked up, and saw, “Here eggs, ham, eel-pies, and white wine may be had!” At this sight, Gorenflot’s whole face expanded with joy.
“Now,” said Chicot, “go and get your breakfast, while I go and look for an ass for you.”