"Directly."
"And you want a messenger?"
"Yes."
"Will you have one of our monks? It would be an honor to the priory."
"Willingly."
"Then you are restored to favor?"
"More than ever."
"Then," said Gorenflot, "you can tell the king all that we are doing here in his favor."
"I shall not fail to do so."
"Ah! my dear Chicot," cried Gorenflot, who already believed himself a bishop.