"You laugh, unworthy friend that you are," said Sir Asinus; "you deride me."
"Not at all."
"You rejoice at my departure."
"No."
"At any rate, you are not sorry," said Sir Asinus, sighing; "and I return the compliment. I myself am not sorry to part with the unworthy men who have misunderstood me, and persecuted me. A martyr to political ideas—to love for my country—I go to foreign lands to seek a home."
And having uttered this melancholy sentence, the woful knight twirled his thumbs, and sighed piteously.
As for Jacques, he smiled.
"When do you leave?" he said.
Sir Asinus pointed to the placard.
"On the morrow?"