"Stop," he said, "are you going out?"
"Yes."
"Are you in a hurry?"
"Why?"
"Because, if you are not in a hurry, I wish you would go upstairs and write a few lines of poetry in my album."
"All right! Take the album upstairs; and leave it. On my return I will put you a scene in it from Christine or from Charles VII."
"You cannot do it at once?"
"No, honestly I can't."
"Go along with you!"
"On my word of honour, I am in a hurry, and I would not be late for the whole world!"