Part 117 (1/2)
”Bah!”
”A capital.”
”Stop, stop, stop,” said D'Artagnan, opening his eyes very innocently.
”Yes, monsieur, a capital; the first letter of my name.”
”And this is a letter, is it?”
”Yes, monsieur.”
”Well, I will confess one thing to you.”
”And what is that?”
”No, I will not, I was going to say something stupid.”
”No, no,” said Master Jupenet, with a patronizing air.
”Well, then, I cannot comprehend, if that is a letter, how you can make a word.”
”A word?”
”Yes, a printed word.”
”Oh, that's very easy.”
”Let me see.”
”Does it interest you?”
”Enormously.”
”Well, I will explain the thing to you. Attend.”
”I am attending.”
”This is it.”
”Good.”
”Look attentively.”
”I am looking.” D'Artagnan, in fact, appeared absorbed in observations.
Jupenet drew from his pocket seven or eight other pieces of bra.s.s smaller than the first.
”Ah, ah,” said D'Artagnan.
”What!”