There was no mystery here; he could see to the bottom of this well.
"Not so gay as it might be, nor so melancholy as I strove to make it.
Frankly, I was a trifle homesick this morning.

There was something in the air which recalled to me the Loire in the springtime." The Chevalier looked at Breton, who flushed.

"Homesick, eh ?" he said.
"Well, don't be ashamed of it, Victor; Breton here was moping but half an hour ago over the hills of Perigny.

And, truth to tell, so was I." "Ha!" cried the poet with satisfaction, "that sounds like Paul of old." "What are the games this afternoon ?" asked the Chevalier.

"Will there be foils ?" "Yes." Victor straightened out his papers and cleared his voice.
"And you will take part ?" "Certainly." "Does the vicomte enter the bouts ?" "He does.