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Chicot then advanced towards a small private room, pushed open the door, and saw within the worthy monk, who was turning negligently on his plate a small portion of spinach, which he tried to render more savory by the introduction into it of some cheese. Brother Gorenflot was about thirty-eight years of age and five feet high.
"You hear, good M. Chicot," whispered Gorenflot, "this great prince is glad to see you." "Well?" "Well! in his happiness he would not refuse you a favor; ask for my pardon." "What! from Herod?" "Oh! silence, dear M. Chicot." "Well! sire, how many have you caught?" said Chicot, advancing. "Confiteor," said Gorenflot.
There are barons, counts, and dukes." "And even princes?" "And even princes. I enter humbly among the faithful of the Union " "The Union what does that mean?" "I enter; they call Brother Gorenflot, and I advance " At these words the monk rose. "And I advance," continued he, trying to do so, but at the first step he rolled on the floor.
As the man passed him, he recognized Nicholas Poulain, the man to whom he had sold his armor the day before. Shortly after, they all re-entered the room and shut the window, and then the duchess and her squire came out of the priory and went toward the litter which waited for them. Gorenflot accompanied them to the door, exhausting himself in bows and salutations.
Gorenflot slept, as we have said, in his chair, when the door opened softly, and two men entered. The first was about thirty-five years of age, thin and pale, and with a look which commanded, even before he spoke; lightnings seemed to dart from his eyes when they were open, although the expression was generally softened by a careful lowering of the white eyelids.
"There must be something extraordinary to-night," thought Chicot. "I will go and find Gorenflot at the Corne d'Abondance; he will be at supper." To the beautiful day had succeeded a beautiful evening, only, as the day had been cold, the evening was still colder. It was one of those frosts which make the lights in the windows of an hotel look doubly tempting.
And taking the ass by the bridle, he led him to the hotel, where two men assisted Gorenflot to dismount, and led him up to the room which our readers already know. "It is done," said the host, returning. "He is in bed?" "Yes, and snoring." "Very well.
"Yes," interrupted Henri, "I know all you did for me, in your journey from Lyons, on the evening of the League, and again to-day. Be easy, you shall be recompensed according to your merits." Gorenflot sighed. "Where is Panurge?" said Chicot. "In the stable, poor beast." "Well! go and fetch him, and return to me." "Yes, M. Chicot."
"No, monsieur," replied the little man, visibly frightened at this suggestion; "I wait for my wife, Nicole Friard, who has gone to take twenty-four tablecloths to the priory of the Jacobins, having the honor to be washerwoman to Dom. Modeste Gorenflot, the abbe." "Look, compere," cried Miton, "at what is passing."
My advice is to stay some days at Melun, where they make excellent eel-pies. What do you say, M. Chicot?" "I say, that my opinion is to go as fast as possible; not to lunch at Melun, but only to sup at Monterau, to make up for lost time." Gorenflot looked at his companion as if he did not understand. "Come, let us get on," said Chicot. The monk sat still and groaned.
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