"In grandeur one has no friends."
"Chicot!"
"I am no longer Chicot; you reproached me with my false position just now."
"But you must not go without eating; it is not wholesome."
"Oh! you live too badly here."
"Badly, here!" murmured the prior, in astonishment.
"I think so."
"You had to complain of your last dinner here?"
"I should think so."
"Diable! and of what?"