"In truth, my dear Chevalier, you are a miracle of memory. A PROPOS, add one thing—"
"What?"
"I saw some very pretty woods which almost touch the convent garden. Say that I am permitted to walk in those woods. Who knows? Perhaps I shall stand in need of a back door for retreat."
"You think of everything."
"And you forget one thing."
"What?"
"To ask me if I want money."
"That's true. How much do you want?"