Jacques laughed quietly, and stretching out his elegant foot, yawned luxuriously.
"You are naturally unlucky, my dear knight," he said. "Hand me a glass of wine—or don't trouble yourself: the exercise of rising will do me good."
And leaning over, he poured out a glass of wine and sipped it.
"I was coming along, and thought I would come in," he said. "How is your Excellency to-day?"
"Dying of weariness!"
"What! even your great Latin song——"
"Is growing dull, sir. How can a man live on solitude and Latin? No girls, no frolics, no fun, no nothing, if I may use that inelegant expression," said Sir Asinus.
"Go back, then."
"Never!"
"Why not?"