"Your vassals are slightly soiled," observed Alfred.
"Parbleu! in the morning; but I consider them charming, myself. Listen, my little Cupids."
The two peasants, who had no idea that they were the ones who were called Cupids, continued to urge their ass forward; but Robineau overtook them again and stopped them.
"Listen, my children: you say that you live near La Roche-Noire?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Then of course you know the château?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Is it a fine château?"
"Oh! yes, monsieur, it’s very fine! It’s just like a prison—there’s towers and barred windows!"
Alfred roared with laughter; but Robineau continued his examination.