"Yes, just before you."
"Then, as we have not quitted each other since, I need not ask you what you have done."
"On the contrary, ask; for that is the most curious of all."
"Tell me, then."
"Tell! oh, it is very easy to say tell."
"Try."
"One more glass of wine, then, to loosen my tongue. Quite full; that will do. Well, I saw, comrade, that when you gave the king the Duc de Guise's letter, you let another fall."
"Another!" cried Borromée, starting up. "Yes, it is there."
And having tried two or three times, with an unsteady hand, he put his finger on the buff doublet of Borromée, just where the letter was. Borromée started, as though Chicot's finger had been a hot iron, and had touched his skin instead of his doublet.
"Oh, oh!" said he, "there is but one thing wanting."