When the captain re-entered the room with a basket in his hand containing a dozen bottles, he was received by Chicot with smiles. Borromee was in haste to uncork his bottles, but his haste was nothing to Chicot's; thus the preparations did not take long, and the two companions began to drink. At first, as though their occupation was too important to be interrupted, they drank in silence. Chicot uttered only these words:
"Par ma foi! this is good Burgundy."
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