So soon as our eyes met, he drew near and addressed me in the French language, which he spoke with a good fluency but an abominable accent.
'I have the pleasure of addressing Monsieur le Vicomte Anne de Keroual de Saint-Yves ?' said he.
'Well,' said I, 'I do not call myself all that; but I have a right to, if I chose.

In the meanwhile I call myself plain Champdivers, at your disposal.

It was my mother's name, and good to go soldiering with.' 'I think not quite,' said he; 'for if I remember rightly, your mother also had the particle.

Her name was Florimonde de Champdivers.' 'Right again!' said I, 'and I am extremely pleased to meet a gentleman so well informed in my quarterings.

Is monsieur Born himself ?' This I said with a great air of assumption, partly to conceal the degree of curiosity with which my visitor had inspired me, and in part because it struck me as highly incongruous and comical in my prison garb and on the lips of a private soldier.
He seemed to think so too, for he laughed.
'No, sir,' he returned, speaking this time in English; 'I am not "_born_," as you call it, and must content myself with _dying_, of which I am equally susceptible with the best of you.