Everybody laughed at this answer, and Mathéus did not venture to make any objection.
During breakfast, which passed gaily, the illustrious philosopher had no time to reflect on his future projects; but towards the end of the meal, remembering that the time for departure was approaching, and still not knowing where to go, the good man’s face became again very serious.
Kasper Müller appeared to read to the bottom of his soul.
“Doctor,” he said, “you must make me a promise.”
“Ah, my dear friend, anything in my power to do for you I will do with the greatest pleasure.”
“Very well; that’s understood, then. Now, listen to me. If you have to stay here longer, I beg that you will take advantage of my table and lodging.”
Maître Frantz made a gesture as if about to rise, but Kasper Müller, laying a hand upon his arm, said—
“Hear me out—you shall then answer me. A person more or less makes no difference in my house.”
“Nor two neither,” added Coucou Peter; “where there’s enough for three there’s enough for four.”