“Then I see that you eat my tourteau in preference, whilst I, in preference, eat your bacon.”
“That is true again.”
“And then, in addition to being better lighted and eating what we prefer, I place the pleasure of your company.”
“Truly, monsieur, you are very jovial,” said the unknown, cheerfully.
“Yes, monsieur; jovial, as all people are who carry nothing on their minds, or, for that matter, in their heads. Oh! I can see it is quite another sort of thing with you,” continued D’Artagnan; “I can read in your eyes all sorts of genius.”
“Oh, monsieur!”
“Come, confess one thing.”
“What is that?”
“That you are a learned man.”
“Ma foi! monsieur.”