“Have they been killed?” cried Henri; “are they dead?”
“Dead I fear——”
“And you laugh, wretch?”
“Oh! my son, dead drunk.”
“Oh! Chicot, how you terrified me. But why do you calumniate these gentlemen?”
“On the contrary, I praise them.”
“Be serious, I beg; do you know that they went out with the Angevins?”
“Of course, I know it.”
“What was the result?”
“What I tell you; that they are dead drunk.”