“Well, that is the cathedral.”
“Which is called?”
“Saint-Pierre. Now look again—in the faubourg on the left, do you see another cross?”
“Perfectly well.”
“That is Saint-Paterne, the parish preferred by Aramis.”
“Indeed!”
“Without doubt. Saint-Paterne, you see, passes for having been the first bishop of Vannes. It is true that Aramis pretends he was not. But he is so learned that that may be only a paro—a para—”
“A paradox,” said D’Artagnan.
“Precisely; thank you! my tongue trips, I am so hot.”
“My friend,” said D’Artagnan, “continue your interesting description, I beg. What is that large white building with many windows?”