"That's Bixiou's nonsense! I have just come from Monsieur de la Billardiere's; he is still living, though they expect him to die soon." [Godard, indignant at the hoax, goes off grumbling.] "Gentlemen! you would never guess what extraordinary events are revealed by the anagram of this sacramental sentence" [he pulls out a piece of paper and reads], "Charles dix, par la grace de Dieu, roi de France et de Navarre." Godard [re-entering].

"Tell what it is at once, and don't keep people waiting." Colleville [triumphantly unfolding the rest of the paper].

"Listen! "A H.V.il cedera; De S.C.l.

d.

partira; Eh nauf errera, Decide a Gorix.
"Every letter is there!" [He repeats it.] "A Henry cinq cedera (his crown of course); de Saint-Cloud partira; en nauf (that's an old French word for skiff, vessel, felucca, corvette, anything you like) errera--" Dutocq.