"To go on with your plan of the staircase," interrupted Michael, ironically.
"You must now say Monsieur Raymond's plan, father," replied Robert, smiling.
"Why?"
"Because I have sold it to him."
The joiner, who was planing a board, turned round quickly.
"Sold it!" cried he, with sparkling eyes.
"For the reason that I was not rich enough to give it him."
Michael threw down the board and tool.
"There he is again!" resumed he, angrily; "his good genius puts an idea into his head which would have made him known, and he goes and sells it to a rich man, who will take the honor of it himself."
"Well, what harm is there done?" asked Genevieve.