“Oh!” shouted the boy as he entered, “you are going hunting to-morrow, brother Roland. I’m going, too, I’m going, too!”
“Good!” said Roland, “but do you know what we are going to hunt?”
“No. All I know is that I’m going, too.”
“We’re going to hunt a boar.”
“Oh, joy!” cried the boy, clapping his little hands.
“Are you crazy?” asked Madame de Montrevel, turning pale.
“Why so, madame mother, if you please?”
“Because boar hunts are very dangerous.”
“Not so dangerous as hunting men. My brother got back safe from that, and so will I from the other.”
“Roland,” cried Madame de Montrevel, while Amélie, lost in thought, took no part in the discussion, “Roland, make Edouard listen to reason. Tell him that he hasn’t got common-sense.”