“Of course; but not to such an extent as to get thin on that account.”
“Planchet, I’ll get fatter; I give you my word of honor I will.”
“Very well, monsieur, I accept it; for I know that when you give your word of honor, it is sacred.”
“I will not dream of Aramis any more; and I will never ask you again if there are any letters from M. d’Herblay; but on condition that you explain one thing to me.”
“Tell me what it is, monsieur?”
“I am a great observer; and just now you made use of a very singular oath, which is unusual for you.”
“You mean Malaga! I suppose?”
“Precisely.”
“It is the oath I have used ever since I have been a grocer.”
“Very proper, too; it is the name of a dried grape, or raisin, I believe?”