“Bellow!”
“Yes; I would say, roar, if they could be taken for lions, but they are more like bearded apes.”
“Chicot, they are my friends.”
“Friends! I would lay any bet to make them all turn against you before to-morrow.”
“Well, what do you advise?”
“To wait, my son. Half the wisdom of Solomon lies in that word. If an ambassador arrive, receive him courteously. And as to your brother, kill him if you can and like, but do not degrade him. He is a great knave, but he is a Valois; besides, he can do that well enough for himself.”
“It is true, Chicot.”
“One more lesson that you owe me. Now let me sleep, Henri; for the last week I have been engaged in fuddling a monk.”
“A monk! the one of whom you have already spoken to me?”
“Just so. You promised him an abbey.”