Brother Jacques left the tavern and walked along the wharves, breathing deeply of the vigorous sea-air.
Victor encountered the vicomte as the latter was about to go aboard.
"Ah," said the vicomte; "so you ran about with a drawn sword last night?
Monsieur, you are only a boy." The vicomte never lost his banter; it was a habit.
"I was hot-headed and in wine." Victor had an idea in regard to the vicomte.
"The devil is always lurking in the pot; so let us not stir him again." "Willingly." "I compliment you on your good sense.

Monsieur, I've been thinking seriously.

Has it not occurred to you that Madame de Brissac has that paper ?" "Would she seek Spain ?" said Victor.
"True.

But supposing Mazarin should be seeking her, paper or no paper, to force the truth from her ?" "The supposition, does not balance.

She knows no more than you or I." "And Monsieur le Comte's play-woman ?" "Horns of Panurge!" excitedly.