Passepoil sighed significantly. "There aren’t many."
Cocardasse looked as gloomy as was possible for one of his rubicund countenance and jolly bearing. "Lagardere has kept his word."
"Staupitz was killed at Seville," Passepoil murmured, as one who begins a catalogue of disasters.
Cocardasse continued: "Faenza was killed at Burgos."
Passepoil went on: "Saldagno at Toledo."
Cocardasse took up the tale: "Pinto at Valladolid."
Passepoil concluded the catalogue: "Joel at Grenada, Pepe at Cordova."
"All with the same wound," Cocardasse commented, with a curious solemnity in his habitually jovial voice.
Passepoil added, lugubriously: "The thrust between the eyes."
Cocardasse summed up, significantly: "The thrust of Nevers."