"Good; I see that the faro of Brussels and the beer of Louvain have not clouded your intellects."
"Oh! no, monseigneur, I am more ingenious than ever."
"Then call up all your imagination, and guess."
"Well! I guess that your highness is envious."
"Ah! parbleu, I always am; but what is it about just now?"
"You wish to know who is the brave creature who has followed the MM. de Joyeuse through fire and water?"
"You have just hit it, 'per mille pericula Martis!' as Margot would say. Apropos, have you written to her, Aurilly?"
"To whom, monseigneur?"
"To my sister Margot."
"Had I to write to her?"