"Choron!"
"Well—that is what I feel."
"Very well, keep it to yourself, and let us turn the subject."
"Just as you please, M. l'inspecteur."
"Why have you come unarmed?"
"Because—do you not understand?—I could not touch a carbine or a musket to save my life, not to save my life."
"Then how do you propose to kill a boar?"
"What shall I kill it with?"
Choron took a knife out of his pocket—
"Well, I shall kill it with that!"