"Well, my lord?"
"To be brief, what's your price to fly and not to sail?"
We were standing, facing one another. I answered him slowly, trying to catch his purpose.
"Why are you willing to pay me a price?" said I. "For it's you who pays?"
"Yes, I pay. Come, man, you know why you go and who goes with you?"
"M. de Perrencourt and M. Colbert go," said I. "Why I go, I don't know."
"Nor who else goes?" he asked, looking in my eyes. I paused for a moment and then answered,
"Yes, she goes."
"And you know for what purpose?"