"By the League, mordieu!"
"How does the League get on?"
"Just the same."
"Which means that it grows daily."
"Oh! political bodies never live which grow big too young. They are like children, Chicot."
"Then you are content, my son?"
"Nearly so."
"You are happy?"
"Yes, Chicot, and I am very glad to see you return."
"'Habemus consulem facetum,' as Cato said."