"Are you satisfied, monseigneur, and was the young person worth the journey?"
"What journey?"
"The journey you took after you left the table at seven."
"One would think, to hear you, that from St. Germains here, was a long distance."
"No, monseigneur is right; it is but a few steps, but there is a method of prolonging the distance."
"What is that?"
"Going round by Rambouillet."
"You are dreaming, abbe."
"Possibly, monseigneur. I will tell you my dream; it will at least prove to your highness that even in my dreams I do not forget you."
"Some new nonsense."