"The château?"
"No; Frédéric."
"Not yet, monsieur le baron; but let us sit down and rest; unluckily, I am afraid that this is the last halt that will refresh us much, as our provisions are near the end, and we have only a quarter of a bottle left."
"We shall find plenty of springs, Monsieur Ménard."
"But they won't be like those of Cana in Galilee, monsieur le baron."
"Meanwhile, let's finish the bottle and this chicken. We are very well placed here to enjoy the landscape. This is a charming valley. See, Monsieur Ménard, what a picturesque effect these mountains make on our right; they're covered with snow, and that reminds me of Mount Krapach. See, the snow never melts up there."
"I see, monsieur le baron, that this is our last wing; and I shudder to think of the walk back."
"We'll go into some house—or a mill; there are plenty of those in this region."
"Do you mean that you have any money, monsieur le baron?"
"Not a sou; and you?"