“I am to be a soldier then?” said the young man. “Oh, monsieur, I thank you with all my heart.”
“Adieu, count,” said the Abbe d’Herblay; “I return to my convent.”
“Adieu, abbe,” said the coadjutor, “I am to preach to-morrow and have twenty texts to examine this evening.”
“Adieu, gentlemen,” said the count; “I am going to sleep twenty-four hours; I am just falling down with fatigue.”
The three men saluted one another, whilst exchanging a last look.
Scarron followed their movements with a glance from the corner of his eye.
“Not one of them will do as he says,”