"Bien sûr," she replied. "Although the cuisine, and life in general, in these parts lacks spice. Many years now have M. de Pérégrin and myself fought the long ennui. For though the Count de Pérégrin be accounted the wisest of the nouveaux riches of Terre-moyene, they say, yet has not the stock market been so kind to us as aforetime. Howbeit, I am grateful, from the innermost depths of the heart, that our son has had such a friend as you." And Rosédès gazed westward, towards the land of the Valards, with an expression of such infinite gratitude that the Count believed he saw trembling two tears within her eyes that were as clear as the mineral water of Quélède-Zarâme.
M. de Pérégrin made his excuses, for he had to attend a discussion of trifles in the Chambre des moutants. The Countess requested that Monte Fato stay and continue to enjoy the hospitality of the house of Pérégrin.
"Madame," replied the Count, "I am one could not be more grateful of your offer, but as I have just arrived in this land, I must make arrangements for my room and board, lest I have less than I can stomach."
"You will at least return?"
The Count bowed, which could be taken for assent.
