"Or your berlin, monsieur le baron."
"My berlin! of course, that's all spent before now—that is to say, that rascal of a postilion has probably sold it to get money for drink."
"True, that is probable. What a pity! such a venerable carriage!"
"But what can he have found that's so delightful?"
"Perhaps it's a method of keeping eggs fresh on a journey."
"Bah! as if Frédéric ever gave a thought to such things!"
"But it would be a most valuable discovery, monsieur le baron. Somebody gave me a receipt for it once, and also one for making milk punch, but I was unlucky enough to lose them while moving."
"It is plain that we shall not find out what he has found, unless he chooses to tell us."
"I will go and think about it while I sleep, monsieur le baron."
"And I will go to sleep thinking about it, Monsieur Ménard."