"Well?"
"Because I know beforehand all you could possibly have to tell me."
Jacques looked at Chicot and shook his head with an incredulous smile.
"Very good!" said Chicot, "would you like me to tell you what you do not wish to tell me?"
"I should indeed."
Chicot made an effort.
"In the first place," he said, "that poor Borromée—"
A dark expression passed across Jacques' face.
"Oh!" said the boy, "if I had been there—"
"Well! if you had been there?"