“Where?”
“In England.”
“And what is that? let us see, Planchet.”
“In the first place, monsieur, I ask your pardon for meddling in these things, which have nothing to do with my trade; but since it is an affair that you propose to me—for you are proposing an affair, are you not?——”
“A superb one, Planchet.”
“But as it is business you propose to me, I have the right to discuss it.”
“Discuss it, Planchet; out of discussion is born light.”
“Well, then, since I have monsieur’s permission, I will tell him that there is yonder, in the first place, the parliament.”
“Well, next?”
“And then the army.”