"Par la mordieu! I hope not, Chicot."
"Ah! good-morning, my king. How are you? You seem to me very gay this morning."
"Am I not, Chicot?"
"You have quite a color; is it your own?"
"Parbleu!"
"I compliment you on it."
"The fact is, I feel very well this morning."
"I am very glad of it. But have you no little tit-bits left for breakfast?"
"Here are cherries preserved by the ladies of Montmartre."
"They are too sweet."