“Monsieur, learn once for all that a little courtesy is never out of place.”

“I do not know you,” he replied, “and do not want to have anything to do with you.”

“No, you do not know me; but I know you, M. Beausire.”

At hearing his name thus pronounced, Beausire visibly trembled.

“Oh, do not be afraid, M. Beausire; I am not what you take me for.”

“Pardieu! sir, do you guess thoughts, as well as names?”

“Why not?”

“Then tell me what I thought. I have never seen a sorcerer, and should find it amusing.”

“Oh, what you ask is not difficult enough to entitle me to that name.”

“Never mind—tell.”