“Thank you, monsieur le baron, thank you.”
“Good lad, good lad! How many acres of park have you got?”
“Of park?”
“Yes; we will reckon up the meadows presently, and the woods afterwards.”
“Whereabouts, monsieur?” “At your chateau.”
“Oh, monsieur le baron, I have neither chateau, nor park, nor meadows, nor woods.”
“What have you got, then?” inquired Porthos, “and why do you call it a country-seat?”
“I did not call it a country-seat, monsieur le baron,” replied Planchet, somewhat humiliated, “but a country-box.”