"That will be to-morrow, Dubois."
The abbe looked round in astonishment, and looking at the regent, with his little eyes as wide open as possible—
"Ah, monseigneur, are you mad?" he said.
"No, but he is an honorable man, and you know that they are rare."
"Honorable man! Ah, you have a strange idea of honor."
"Yes; I believe that we differ in our ideas of it."
"What has this honorable man done! Has he poisoned the dagger with which he meant to assassinate you? for then he would be more than an honorable man, he would be a saint. We have already St. Jacques Clement, St. Ravaillac; St. Gaston is wanting in the calendar. Quick, quick, monseigneur! you who will not ask the pope to give a cardinal's hat to your minister, ask him to canonize your assassin; and for the first time in your life you would be logical."
"Dubois, I tell you there are few capable of doing what this young man has done."
"Peste! that is lucky; if there were ten in France I should certainly resign."
"I do not speak of what he wished to do, but of what he has done."