"Cédrille, at your service."
"Cédrille—that's it.—Whither were you bending your steps, my good Cédrille?"
"I—mon Dieu! I don't know; you see, Monsieur le Chevalier—what d'ye call it—what is your name?"
"Castor Pyrrhus de Passedix."
"Oh! those names are pretty hard to remember. Must I say them all?"
"No! call me Passedix; that will be enough."
"Ah! good! Passe—six."
"No, no! deuce take it! Passedix, not six! You cut me down four points!"
"That makes no difference! Well, monsieur le chevalier, I came away from the house because I felt as if I needed the fresh air—and then, to see a little of Paris, which I don't know at all."
"In that case, my friend Cédrille—will you allow me to call you my friend? When two people have met on the field of battle, it seems to me that that brings them together at once. Brave men understand each other at a glance."