"Where am I going?" said La Mole, surprised that his friend should ask him such a question; "I am going to pay my respects to the queen."
"Well," said Coconnas, "if I were going to dine in our little house in the Rue Cloche Percée, I should have what was left over from yesterday. There is a certain wine of Alicante which is most refreshing."
"It would be imprudent to go there, Annibal, my friend, after what occurred last night. Besides, did we not promise that we would not go back there alone? Hand me my cloak."
"That is so," said Coconnas, "I had forgotten. But where the devil is your cloak? Ah! here it is."
"No, you have given me the black one, and it is the red one I want. The queen likes me better in that."
"Ah, faith," said Coconnas, searching everywhere, "look for yourself, I cannot find it."
"What!" said La Mole, "you cannot find it? Why, where can it be?"
"You probably sold it."
"Why, I have six crowns left."
"Well, take mine."