"Who?"
"Dom Modeste."
"He blessed me with a majesty peculiar to himself, Chicot."
"And his monks?"
"They cried 'Vive le Roi!' tremendously."
"And were they not armed?"
"They were completely armed, which was a wonderful piece of thoughtfulness on the part of the worthy prior; and yet this man has said nothing, and asked for nothing. He did not come the next day, like D'Epernon, to search my pockets, crying, 'Sire, something for having saved the king.'"
"Oh! as for that, he is incapable of it; besides, his hands would not go into your pockets."
"Chicot, no jests about Dom Modeste; he is one of the greatest men of my reign; and I declare that on the first opportunity I will give him a bishopric."
"And you will do well, my king."