“How do you feel, sire?” said he.
“Pretty well; and you?”
“Very well; good night, Henri.”
“Good night, Chicot; do not go to sleep.”
“Of course not,” said Chicot, yawning fit to break his jaws.
And they both closed their eyes, the king to pretend to sleep, Chicot to sleep really.
CHAPTER IX.
HOW THE ANGEL MADE A MISTAKE AND SPOKE TO CHICOT, THINKING IT WAS THE KING.
The king and Chicot remained thus for some time. All at once the king jumped up in his bed. Chicot woke at the noise.