"That squirrel?"
"Yes, my dear fellow. Perhaps you will have ocular proof of it before long. But let me tell you the story of my misfortunes. I am sorry that you won't get into bed; I'm afraid that you are cold."
"No. Haven't you even a match here?"
"Faith! it's doubtful. Ah, yes! I see three in the corner. Why? have you got some firewood in your pocket?"
"No; but I have some cigars, and I propose to smoke one."
"An excellent idea! smoking keeps you warm. Have you a cigar for friendship?"
"Always."
"I recognize you there!"
"Could Achilles have smoked without Patroclus?"
Balloquet gave me a single match, begging me to be careful of it. I lighted a cigar, and from it he lighted the one that I gave him. Then he covered himself with the bedclothes, I wrapped myself hermetically in my cloak, and he began: