“I wondered if perhaps he and Lloyd George had ever experimented together.”
“They’re continually at it,” said I.
“Ha!” (the Pimple was quite excited) “and what was Lloyd George to begin with, when your father first knew him?”
“I believe he was what some people call a ‘pettifogging attorney.’”
“And by spooking your father did much for him perhaps?”
“I much regret, Moïse, I can’t tell you.”
“It’s a secret, perhaps?”
“Very much so,” said I. “Let’s talk of something else.”
Then the Pimple told us about the Armenian massacres at Yozgad. He was a clever little rascal in his way! For in five minutes he was telling us how a few families had escaped to Egypt which, he had always heard, was a wonderful country. Was it not so? Did we know anything of Egypt?
We didn’t—but we told him quite a lot about the country of his “greatest opportunity.” He went away very happy.