"The same."
"You know her?"
"A little; I sometimes do errands for her."
"Ah, ah!... And what did the old wizard say to you?"
"She said that if I could enter that house as a domestic, I should have a very agreeable existence."
"Madame de la Grenouillère is absent, my little friend, and, besides, her house is full."
"That is a pity," said the boy, drawing a deep sigh.
Father Lustucru made several steps as if to re-enter, rested his hand upon the knocker of the door, then turned abruptly and walked up to the boy.
"What is your name?"
"Nicholas Langlumé, the same as my father’s; but I am more generally known under the nickname of Faribole."