"I never sigh."
And the melancholy Jacques uttered a sigh which was enough to shatter all his bulk.
The consequence was that Sir Asinus burst into a second roar of laughter louder than before, and said:
"Come, my dear Jacques, unbosom! You have been to see——"
"Belle-bouche—Belle-bouche: but I am not in love with her."
"Oh no—of course not," said his friend, laughing ironically.
Jacques sighed.
"She don't like me," he said forlornly.
"She's very fond of me though," said his friend. "Only yesterday—but I am mad to be talking about it."
With which words Sir Asinus turned away his head to hide his mischievous and triumphant smile.