"Hang it all, if he says 'me never ill, never die,' he's making a mistake, that's all."
"Oh, very good indeed. You, Monsieur le Marq . . . always had a pretty wit. And afterwards? Aren't there any more?"
"No, I don't think I've forgotten anybody. Besides, once for all, call me Monsieur Casimir."
"Of course . . . of course, Monsieur Casimir."
Hilaire did not utter another word. Monsieur Casimir respected his silence; and thus they came to within a few steps of the hotel.
"Can I leave you and go to bed?" asked Hilaire in a voice that failed him somewhat. "We're not going to begin to-night?"
"No. Go and have a good night's rest, and, above all, no bad dreams."
"Good night, Monsieur Casimir."
"Good night, Monsieur Hilaire."