“Louis XVII ! Let us see. For whom do you mourn? is it for the innocent child? very good; in that case I mourn with you. Is it for the royal child? I demand time for reflection. To me, the brother of Cartouche, an innocent child who was hung up by the armpits in the Place de Grève, until death ensued, for the sole crime of having been the brother of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV , an innocent child, martyred in the tower of the Temple, for the sole crime of having been grandson of Louis XV .”

“Monsieur,” said the Bishop, “I like not this conjunction of names.”

“Cartouche? Louis XV ? To which of the two do you object?”