“That depends on the service, monsieur,” replied Bussy, disdainfully.
Chicot feigned not to remark this air of disdain. “Monsieur,” said he, sitting down and crossing his long legs, “I remark that you do not ask me to sit down.”
The color mounted to Bussy’s face.
“Monsieur,” continued Chicot, “have you heard of the League?”
“I have heard much of it,” said Bussy.
“Well, monsieur, you ought to know that it is an association of honest Christians, united for the purpose of religiously massacring their neighbors, the Huguenots. Are you of the League, monsieur? I am.”
“But—monsieur——”
“Say only yes, or no.”
“Allow me to express my astonishment——”
“I did myself the honor of asking you if you belonged to the League.”