“Of a muff, sir,” replied Cagliostro.
“And I?” said Condorcet.
“Of an omelet.”
“Good; I renounce eggs,” and he left the room.
“And I?” said M. de Favras; “what must I fear?”
“A letter.”
“And I?” said De Launay.
“The taking of the Bastile.”
“Oh, you quite reassure me.” And he went away laughing.
“Now for me, sir,” said the countess, trembling.