“Take care of the king! they want to hurt the king! Then he constantly says that he expects a man from Avignon, and wishes to see him before he dies.”
As for Gorenflot, he grew visibly fatter every day, so much so, that he announced to Chicot with terror one day that the staircase was narrowing. Neither David, the League, nor religion occupied him; he thought of nothing but how to vary his dinner and wine, so that Bernouillet often exclaimed in astonishment, “To think that that man should be a torrent of eloquence!”
CHAPTER XXXI.
HOW THE MONK CONFESSED THE ADVOCATE, AND THE ADVOCATE THE MONK.
At last M. Bernouillet came into Chicot’s room, laughing immoderately.
“He is dying,” said he, “and the man has arrived from Avignon.”
“Have you seen him?”
“Of course.”
“What is he like?”