"I am only moderately so, I confess."
"Captain!"
"Ah, monsieur, how bad-tempered you are."
"I?"
"Yes; you are always getting angry. I like my solitude; that does not speak."
"Monsieur!"
"Again. Now listen. Do you believe, as you say, that chance has brought us together?"
"What should it be?"
"Some combination of our jailers—of D'Argenson's, or perhaps Dubois's."
"Did you not write to me?"