"Ah! this is getting serious."
"You know the law, my poor child; any one who gives shelter to a suspect, or helps him to escape—"
"Yes; it means death."
"Just hear the poor little fellow; he says that as he would, 'Yes, bread and jam.'"
"I say it thus, dear Madame Teutch, because it cannot possibly affect me."
"What can't affect you?"
"The death penalty."
"Why can't it affect you?"
"Because one must be sixteen years old to aspire to the honor of the guillotine."