“Nor of me.”
“Oh, no! But hush! here is some one.”
“Oh, it is the worthy man himself!”
The host turned to Gorenflot, and made a sign of the leaguers. Gorenflot was struck with terror and astonishment.
“Reply, my brother,” said Chicot; “he is a member.”
“Of what?”
“Of the Holy Union,” said Bernouillet, in a low tone.
“You see all is safe; reply,” said Chicot.
Gorenflot replied, to the great joy of the innkeeper.
“But,” said Gorenflot, who did not like the conversation, “you promised me some sherry.”