Then, resuming his mild air, "You are deceived, gentlemen," said he, "this handkerchief is not mine, and I cannot fancy why Monsieur has taken it into his head to offer it to me rather than to one of you; and as a proof of what I say, here is mine in my pocket."
Tévednek az urak, a zsebkendő nem az enyém; nem is tudom, mi ütött az úrba, hogy éppen nekem adta, nem maguknak; szavaim bizonyságául íme a saját zsebkendőm: itt van a zsebemben.