"I have used it whenever I have been wounded, and it has never failed me yet."
"What is it made of?"
"I have no idea; that was my old cousin's secret, and she died without confiding it to me. But it must be very healthful, as it always cured me."
"Have you still got any of this liquid?"
"I have kept a few half-bottles of it, as a priceless treasure; and here is one of them, which I have taken the liberty of bringing, in the hope that monsieur le comte will have confidence in me."
"Faith, why not?"
"I shall have the honor to taste it first with monsieur le comte, to make sure that it isn't spoiled."
Monsieur de la Bérinière ordered liqueur-glasses to be brought. Cherami filled them with the superfine chartreuse, and swallowed a glass himself.
"That's good, very good!" said the count, after drinking his glass. "But it seems to me that it has just the same taste as chartreuse."
"It is true, monsieur le comte, that there is a little similarity while you are drinking it; but afterward the bouquet, the taste, is not the same at all."