“Bravo，bravo!“shoutedthemen，astheballstruckthefootofthequeen，whostoopeddownslowlyandpickeditup。
“Toulanisajollygoodfellow，“criedSimon，strikingthetablewithhisfistsinanecstasyofdelight。“ButIdeclareitseemstomethattheballisagooddeallargernowthanitwasbefore。“
“Itmaybe，“answeredToulan，emphatically。“Everythinggrowsandenlargesitself，thatatrueandgenuinesans-culottescarriesnexttohisheart。“
“Wellsaid，“repliedLepitre。“Butlistentome，Iwanttomakeapropositiontoyou。Imustsaythatitishardwork——playingcardswithoutsmoking。“
“Ifinditso，too，“sighedToulan。