That suits me better than chalk and washing every day." "Do you think we'll ever get to Paris ?" asked the mealman, cocking his head seriously.
"That's the will of God, and the weather at sea, and what the Orleans do," answered Muroc grinning.
It was hard to tell how deep this adventure lay in Muroc's mind.

He had a prodigious sense of humour, the best critic in the world.
"For me," said the lime-burner, "I think there'll be fighting before we get to the Orleans.

There's talk that the Gover'ment's coming against us." "Done!" said the charcoalman.

"We'll see the way our great man puts their noses out of joint." "Here's Lajeunesse," broke in the mealman, as the blacksmith came near to their fire.

He was dressed in complete regimentals, made by the parish tailor.
"Is that so, monsieur le capitaine ?" said Muroc to Lajeunesse.