"Well, sire, I counsel you to cease to hope."
"Then I must do for this debt what I do for those of my farmers who cannot pay their rent; I put a P against their names."
"Which means paid."
"Just so."
"Put two P's, sire, and give a sigh."
"So be it, Chicot; you see I can live in Béarn, even without Cahors."
"I see that, and also that you are a wise and philosophical king. But what is that noise?"
"Noise, where?"
"In the courtyard, I think."
"Look out of the window."