"I!!"
"And you turned round to look at her again through the window."
"I!!!"
The young monk colored and stammered out: "Well, it is true, she is exactly like a Virgin Mary which was placed over the head of my mother's bed."
"Oh!" muttered Chicot, "how much those people lose who are not curious!"
And thereupon he made little Clement, whom from this moment he held in his power, tell him all he had himself just told him, but this time with the details, which he could not possibly otherwise have known.
"You see," said Chicot, when he had finished, "what a poor fencing-master you had in Frere Borromée."
"Monsieur Briquet," said little Jacques, "one ought not to speak ill of the dead."
"No; but confess one thing."
"What?"