"Yes, upon my word!"
"Where is it?"
"In my pocket."
"Fool, idiot, jackass, give it to me!"
"Give it to you?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm willing,--there it is!"
And Courtin slowly drew a handkerchief from his pocket.
"Give it me, you dog!" cried the captain, snatching the handkerchief from Courtin's hand and convincing himself by a rapid examination that the three knots were really there.
"But, you stupid brute, you idiot, beast!" continued the captain, "didn't Madame de la Logerie tell you to give me that handkerchief?"