Louis went out.
"Ouf!" Valentine said, stretching himself in an easy chair, "I am beginning to get tired. How do you feel, Don Cornelio?"
"I!" the latter replied with a sigh. "I can move neither arm nor leg; I walk about like a somnambulist."
"Nonsense! Such a stout fellow as you."
"Stout as you please—do you know we have not been to bed or to sleep for seven nights?"
"Do you think so?" the Frenchman said carelessly.
"Capa de Dios! Do I think so? I am sure of it. The proof of it is, that in those seven days we rode three hundred leagues, and killed ten horses."
"On my word, that is true."
"So you see——"
"Well, what do you conclude from that?"