"Then all goes well, and we may have breakfast; for I was in such haste to tell you the good news that I came out fasting."
"Breakfast, my dear abbe! you speak coolly; I have nothing to offer you, except the remains of the paté and two or three bottles of wine, which, I believe, survived the battle."
"Hum! hum," murmured the abbe; "we will do better than that, my dear chevalier."
"I am at your orders."
"Let us go down and breakfast with our good hostess, Madame Denis."
"And why do you want me to breakfast with her? Do I know her?"
"That concerns me. I shall present you as my pupil."
"But we shall get a detestable breakfast."
"Comfort yourself. I know her table."
"But this breakfast will be tiresome."