"Stay, that is true.... Ah! you barristers, you soldiers and sailors, you do not stick at anything."
"See, you want pen and ink and paper?"
The Abbé Rémy reflected for a minute, and no doubt he said to himself that a written lie was a bigger sin than a spoken one, for suddenly he said—
"No, I would rather tell her on my return.... But she will think me dead."
"She will be all the more pleased when she sees you back alive!"
"Then, my friend, do not leave me time to reflect, but carry me off now!"
"Nothing easier."
So, turning to the two officers—
"The horses are in, are they not?"