"Yes, sire."
"He is quite right, too."
"How so, sire?"
"Because men go straight to heaven that way."
"Oh!" said Chicot to the king, "men go much faster still by the way your brother is taking."
"Will your majesty permit me to ask a question?"
"Twenty, Joyeuse, twenty. I am as melancholy as I can possibly be at Chateau-Thierry, and your questions will distract my attention a little."
"You know all the religious houses in the kingdom, sire, I believe?"
"As well as I do a coat of arms."
"Is there one which goes by the name of Les Hospitalières, sire?"