"But one must know Latin to learn Greek."
The boy drew himself up and said: "I do know it."
"What, you know it?"
"Yes, when I was at Besançon my father and I never spoke anything but Latin."
"The devil! You seem to be pretty well advanced for one of your age. How old are you? Eleven or twelve?"
"I am almost fourteen."
"And what made your father send you to Euloge Schneider to learn Greek?"
"Because my father does not know Greek as well as he does Latin. He taught me all he knew, then he sent me to Euloge Schneider, who speaks Greek fluently, having occupied the chair of Greek at Bonn. See, this is the letter my father gave me for him. Besides, he wrote him a week ago, informing him that I would arrive this evening, and it was he who ordered my room to be made ready at the Hôtel de la Lanterne, and sent citizen Coclès to fetch me."
As he spoke the boy handed citizen Tétrell the letter, to prove that he had told him nothing but the truth.
"Come, Sleepy-head, bring your light nearer," said Tétrell.