"You understand, he calls himself Poquelin, does he not?"
"Yes."
"I shall recall to mind Madame Coquenard."
"Good."
"I shall change Coc into Poc, nard into lin; and instead of Coquenard I shall have Poquelin."
"'Tis wonderful," cried D'Artagnan, astounded. "Go on, my friend, I am listening to you with admiration."
"This Coquelin sketched my arm on the glass."
"I beg your pardon—Poquelin."
"What did I say, then?"
"You said Coquelin."