"I will tell you about it, my friend; I am having it written. Without my Forty-five guardsmen I should have been a dead man."
"Truly! where did it take place?"
"You mean, where was it to have taken place?"
"Yes."
"At Bel-Esbat."
"Near the convent of our friend Gorenflot?"
"Just so."
"And how did he behave under the circumstances?"
"Wonderfully, as usual. Chicot, I do not know if he had heard any rumor; but instead of snoring in bed, he was up in his balcony, while all his convent kept the road."
"And he did nothing else?"