"With the Count de Pérégrin, who was in the service of your illustrious father, and who avows that he owes him his fortune."
"Ze wretch!" cried Shélobe. "It is he who szold heem to ze Szultan of Minas-Morgoule, andt heezs fvorrtune vazs ze prrice for heesz trreeeason. Deed you not know zzat, my dearrr lorrrd?"
"I'd heard a few words about the story in Ithiliande," said the Count. "But I do not know the details. Come, my spider, you will tell them to me." And he and Shélobe left the hall.
"What a singular man the Count is!" said the Countess G to Réginard as they watched Monte Fato leave with his lady. "He sits through the entire second act, and leaves just in time for the ballet de Quidiche!"
"He will also miss the chorus of the démenteurs, Ve vant to sahck your blahd, and Malefoi's aria, Je suis un jerc total," observed Château-Renard, as he returned to bring Réginard back to their loge. Ironically, the young people discussed the Count's bizarreries so loudly, that they too missed these glorious demonstrations of the art of Meyerbolger.
