"Because I don't expect anybody would believe me if I did," replies the old fellow calmly, and without even a tinge of bitterness in his tone, as he refills his pipe, and requests the landlord to bring him three of Scotch, cold.
– Parce que personne ne me croirait, si je la racontais », répond calmement le vieux renard. Et, sans la moindre trace d’amertume dans la voix, il rebourre sa pipe et demande au patron de lui apporter un triple scotch, sec.