"I did not call it a country-seat, Monsieur le Baron," replied Planchet, somewhat humiliated, "but a country-box."
"Ah, ah! I understand. You are modest."
"No, Monsieur le Baron; I speak the plain truth. I have rooms for a couple of friends, that is all."
"But, in that case, whereabouts do your friends walk?"
"In the first place, they can walk about the king's forest, which is very beautiful."
"Yes, I know the forest is very fine," said Porthos; "nearly as beautiful as my forest at Berry."
Planchet opened his eyes very wide. "Have you a forest of the same kind as the forest at Fontainebleau, Monsieur le Baron?" he stammered out.
"Yes; I have two, indeed, but the one at Berry is my favorite."
"Why so?" asked Planchet.
"Because I don't know where it ends; and, also, because it is full of poachers."