“Stop, stop, stop;” said D’Artagnan, opening his eyes very innocently.
“Yes, monsieur, a capital; the first letter of my name.”
“And this is a letter, is it?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“Well, I will confess one thing to you.
“And what is that?”
“No, I will not, I was going to say something stupid.”
“No, no,” said Master Jupenet, with a patronizing air.
“Well then, I cannot comprehend, if that is a letter, how you can make a word.”
“A word?”