"You know, my lord, that you gave me the excellent breakfast they brought to you this morning."
"Alas! yes."
"That breakfast I have eaten, my lord."
"Happy Pablo!"
"Well, sir, this odour of which I tell you was so appetising that I felt myself seized with a furious hunger, and, without leaving the door, I took from one of the shelves of the pantry a large piece of dry bread."
"And you ate it, Pablo?"
"I devoured it, my lord."
"Dry?"
"Dry," replied the majordomo, bowing his head.
"Dry!" cried the canon, raising his hands and eyes to heaven. "It is a miracle! He breakfasted an hour ago like an ogre, and now he has just bolted a piece of dry bread!"