"Completely."
"Oh! oh! oh!" gasped M. Bichet.
And he picked up my work with the air of a man who says to himself, "It must have been pretty badly scamped!"
M. Bichet was mistaken: my mettle had been roused. Each report, each despatch, each copy drew from him an exclamation of delight.
"Really," he said, "really this is very good! Excellent, monsieur, excellent!... Your writing is the same style as Piron's, monsieur."
"The deuce! That is a fine compliment for me."
"You know Piron's handwriting? He was a copying clerk for five years in this Record Office, monsieur."
"Oh, indeed!... So my handwriting is like his?"
"You have another point in common with him, I hear."
"What is that, monsieur?"