"Twenty-eight and seven make thirty-five! How the deuce do you think we can go to Paris on that? We need thirty francs, to begin with, simply for a carriage to get there and back."
"Wait a bit: I know a way...."
"Well?"
"You have your horse?"
"Yes."
"We will put our things into a portmanteau, we will go in our hunting-clothes, with our guns, and we will shoot along the route; we can live on the game, and so it will cost us nothing."
"How do you make that out?"
"It is simple enough: from here to Dammartin, surely we can kill a hare, two partridges and a quail?"
"I hope we can kill more than that."