“Yes, who wishes for you.”
“Wishes for me? Indeed, father,” added he, coldly, “I think you forget yourself.”
“It is astonishing!” said the old man, stamping his foot. “Where on earth do you spring from?”
“Monsieur,” said his son, sadly, “you will make me conclude one of two things.”
“What?”
“Either that you are laughing at me, or else, excuse me, that you are losing your senses.”
The old man seized his son by the arm so energetically that he made him start. “Listen, M. Philippe,” said he; “America is, I know, a country a long way from this, and where there is neither king nor queen.”
“Nor subjects.”
“Nor subjects, M. Philosopher; I do not deny it; that point does not interest me; but what does so is that I fear also to have to come to a conclusion——”
“What, father?”