"When you like.... after dinner—it is for you to decide.... You shall give your orders and be captain on my vessel."
"Very good! Let us go soon rather than late.... We have taken fourteen hours to come, but I shall take quite five or six days to return."
"What does it matter, as you have leave for a week?"
"I know that quite well, but, you see, there is Marianne...."
"You are picturing to yourself the cries of joy she will utter when she sees you again?"
"Do you think they will be cries of joy?"
"Zounds! I hope so indeed!"
"I, too, hope so," said the Abbé in tones expressive of more doubt than hope.
Then, like a man who has flung his cap over the windmill—"Come, come," he said, "to the frigate!"