HULIN. Indeed! That will cost you dear.
HOCHE. Bah! Do me a favor, Hulin. Bead this letter for me.
HULIN. To whom is it addressed?
HOCHE. To the King.
HULIN. Are you writing to the King?
HOCHE. Why shouldn't I? He is a son of Adam, like me. If I can give him some good advice, why shouldn't I? And why shouldn't he follow it?
HULIN [jokingly]. And what have you to say to the King?
HOCHE. I tell him to send his troops away from Paris, and to come himself to the city and start the revolution. [HULIN laughs uproariously. HOCHE smiles.] Your reasons are excellent. Thank you for your advice, but that is not what I want.
HULIN. What, then?
HOCHE [embarrassed]. The—the style, you see. And the spelling—I'm not quite sure.