Jacques approached him, and admiration triumphing over the shame of defeat:
"Will you give me some lessons, M. Briquet?" said he; "the prior will permit it, will you not, your reverence?"
"With pleasure, my child."
"I do not wish to interfere with your master," said Chicot, bowing to Borromée.
"Oh! I am not his only master," said he. "Neither all the honor nor the defeat are wholly due to me."
"Who is the other, then?"
"Oh! no one!" cried Borromée, fearing he had committed an imprudence.
"Who is he, Jacques?" asked Chicot.
"I remember," said Gorenflot; "he is a little fat man who comes here sometimes and drinks well."
"I forget his name," said Borromée.