"That's precisely why I prefer the Pseudonimi. Well, my dear Count, is not the color of my blazon more solid than that of Pérégrin?"
"Why so?"
"Because if I am not a baron by birth, at least I am named Sacqueville-Danglars."
"And is he not Pérégrin?"
"Not the least in the world. Me, someone made me a baron, so that I am one; but he made himself a count, so that he is not."
"Impossible."
"Listen, mon cher comte, I have known Pérégrin since I was a clerk. Eh bien, when I was a clerk, Pérégrin was a simple fisher-hobbite."
"And his name was...?"
"Pippand de Touc."
"You are sure?"
"Parbleu, he sold me enough fish that I should recognise him."
"Then why were you marrying him your daughter?"
