"Not I."
"Well, then, it oughtn't to seem so odd to you now that I do not know a water-hen."
Indeed, as it appeared, we were both ignorant on some points; and my ignorance was more culpable than de Leuven's.
He grew another cubit taller in my estimation. Not only was he a poet, but he was of sufficient importance in the world for this King William to be uneasy about him and his father, to the extent of banishing them both from his realms.
"And now you are living at Villers-Hellon?" said I.
"Yes. M. Collard is an old friend of my father."
"How long shall you live here?"
"As long as the Bourbons will allow us to remain in France."
"Ah! then you have fallen out with the Bourbons too?"