"Certainly."
"Well, I have an idea. Go and find my wife. She is learned, and will understand it if you recite it to her; then she can explain it to me."
"That is an excellent plan."
"Is it not? Go."
"I will, sire."
"Mind not to alter a word of the letter."
"That would be impossible, sire. To do that I must know Latin."
"Go, then, my friend."
Chicot took leave and went, more puzzled with the king than ever.