"No, thanks, my dear Ménard; I am not hungry yet."
"As monsieur le comte pleases."
"Oh! I beg you, no monsieur le comte between ourselves; call me Frédéric, that is much better."
"But, monsieur le comte—when we are travelling—at public-houses—it is well that people should know that they have the honor——"
"Yes, of course; so that they can make us pay four times the usual prices. I tell you again that I want to avoid all those ceremonies which add nothing to the pleasure of a journey."
"You will at least allow me to call you Monsieur de Montreville; for monsieur le comte your father might be angry if he knew that you travelled incognito."
"By the way, how much money did he give you?"
"Eight thousand francs, monsieur."
"Eight thousand francs! that's none too much!"
"Oh! Monsieur de Montreville, surely it is enough, when we have in addition a comfortable carriage and good horses. We are not going to the world's end. And then, you know, your father said that we could ask him for more, in an emergency."