“My hair-cloth and my scourge.”
“Would you not prefer a good breakfast?”
“Pagan, would you go to hear mass on the Fête Dieu with a full stomach?”
“Even so.”
“Call, Chicot.”
“Patience; it is scarcely eight o’clock, and you will have plenty of time to scourge yourself. Let us talk first. Converse with your friend; you will not repent it, Valois, on the faith of a Chicot.”
“Well, talk; but be quick.”
“How shall we divide our day, my son?”
“Into three parts.”
“In honor of the Trinity; very well, let me hear these three parts.”