"And which is yours between the two?"
"Neither one, but the nation, at present," rejoined Flesselles, playing with his ruffles.
"Ah, the nation," repeated the farmer.
"Those gentlemen waiting below there with the wood-choppers and carving-knives; the nation, all the world to me."
"You may be right and there was no mistake in their warranting you to me as a knowing man."
"Which of the three powers do you belong to?" inquired the trimmer, bowing.
"Faith, when there is a question for the Grand Spirit and the angels, I apply to the Fountain—head."
"You mean the King? What for?"
"To ask for the release of Dr. Gilbert who is in the Bastile."
"He is one of those pamhleteers I believe," said the aristocratic one saucily.