Be candid and tell me whether you are not some saint descended upon the earth." "Why so ?" "For the simple reason that he makes you a present of anything.

Did you not say that he intended to make you a present of some appointment in the king's household ?" "I beg your pardon, count; but, if I succeed in obtaining the appointment, you, and not he, will have bestowed it on me." "Besides he will not have given it to you for nothing, I suppose.

Stay, I have it;--there is a Malicorne at Orleans who lends money to the prince." "I think that must be my father, monsieur." "Ah! the prince has the father, and that terrible dragon of a Manicamp has the son.

Take care, monsieur, I know him.

He will fleece you completely." "The only difference is, that I lend without interest," said Malicorne, smiling.
"I was correct in saying you were either a saint or very much resembled one.