"It's all very well for you to know me," said the giant, "but I don't know you." "Oh, yes you do! I am citizen Coclès, who was called Sleepy-head in the days of the tyrant; it was you yourself who baptized me with the name when your horses and dogs were at the Hôtel de la Lanterne. Sleepy-head! What, you don't remember Sleepy-head?" "Why, of course I do; I called you that because you were the laziest rascal I ever knew. And who is this young fellow?" "He," said Coclès, raising his torch to the level of the boy's face--"he is a little chap whom his father has sent to Euloge Schneider to learn Greek." "And who is your father, my little friend?" asked Tétrell. "He is president of the tribunal at Besançon, citizen," replied the lad. "But one must know Latin to learn Greek." The boy drew himself up and said: "I do know it." "What, you know it?" "Yes, when I was at Besançon my father and I never spoke anything but Latin." "The devil! You seem to be pretty well advanced for one of your age. How old are you? Eleven or twelve?" "I am almost fourteen." "And what made your father send you to Euloge Schneider to learn Greek?" "Because my father does not know Greek as well as he does Latin. He taught me all he knew, then he sent me to Euloge Schneider, who speaks Greek fluently, having occupied the chair of Greek at Bonn. See, this is the letter my father gave me for him. Besides, he wrote him a week ago, informing him that I would arrive this evening, and it was he who ordered my room to be made ready at the Hôtel de la Lanterne, and sent citizen Coclès to fetch me." As he spoke the boy handed citizen Tétrell the letter, to prove that he had told him nothing but the truth. "Come, Sleepy-head, bring your light nearer," said Tétrell. "Coclès, Coclès," insisted the groom, obeying his former friend's order nevertheless. "My young friend," said Tétrell, "may I call your attention to the fact that this letter is not addressed to citizen Schneider but to citizen Pichegru?" "Ah! I beg pardon, I made a mistake; my father gave me two letters and I have handed you the wrong one." Then, taking back the first letter, he gave him a second. "Ah! this time we are right," said Tétrell. "To the citizen Euloge Schneider." "Éloge Schneider," repeated Coclès, correcting in his own way the first name of the public prosecutor, which he thought Tétrell had mispronounced. "Give your guide a lesson in Greek," laughed the leader of the patrol, "and tell him that the name Euloge means--come, my lad, what does it mean?" "A fine speaker," replied the boy. "Well answered, upon my word! do you hear, Sleepy-head?" "Coclès," repeated the groom, obstinately, more difficult to convince regarding his own name than concerning that of the public prosecutor. In the meantime Tétrell had drawn the boy aside, and, bending down until he could whisper in his ear, he said: "Are you going to the Hôtel de la Lanterne?" "Yes, citizen," replied the child.