“Report about me?”
“Yes, about you,” put in Champagne.
“Oh, then they say the same thing about me at Mont-Gobert as they do at Vauparfond?”
Champagne nodded his head.
“Well, and what is it they do say?”
“That you are a were-wolf,” said François.
Thibault laughed aloud. “Tell me, now, have I a tail?” he said, “have I a wolf’s claws, have I a wolf’s snout?”
“We only repeat what other people say,” rejoined Champagne, “we do not say that it is so.”
“Well, anyhow, you must acknowledge,” said Thibault, “that were-wolves have excellent wine.”
“By my faith, yes!” exclaimed both the valets.