"You are too prone, after your trials; to view its tragic rather than its comic side.

Forgive me if I am smitten only with the humour of the thing." "The humour of the thing!" gurgled Garnache, his eyes starting from his head.

Then out leapt that temper of his like an eager hound that has been suddenly unleashed.

He brought down his clenched hand upon the table, caught in passing a flagon, and sent it crashing to the floor.

If there was a table near at hand when his temper went, he never failed to treat it so.
"Par la mort Dieu! monsieur, you see but the humour of it, do you?
And what of that poor child who is lying there, suffering this incarceration because of her fidelity to a promise given you ?" The statement was hardly fully accurate.