“Why, yes; I have a brother! Why shouldn’t I have brother?”
“How old is he?”
“Eleven or twelve.”
“Why did you never tell me about him?”
“Because I thought the sayings and doings of a youngster of that age could not interest you.”
“You are mistaken, Roland; I am interested in all that concerns my friends. You ought to have asked me for something for your brother.”
“Asked what, general?”
“His admission into some college in Paris.”
“Pooh! You have enough beggars around you without my swelling their number.”
“You hear; he is to come to Paris and enter college. When he is old enough, I will send him to the Ecole Militare, or some other school which I shall have founded before then.”