"Unquestionably."
"It is the old story of the tailor over again. Do you know it, Conrad,—the story of the tailor?"
"No, cousin."
"You will understand the allegory at once. A tailor was going to be hanged; he was the only tailor in the village. What were the inhabitants to do? They said to the judge, 'Please your judgeship, we have only one tailor, and we have three shoemakers; if it is all the same to you, please to hang one of the three shoemakers in the place of the tailor, for two shoemakers are enough.' Do you understand the allegory, Conrad?"
"Yes, cousin."
"And you, Saint-Remy?"
"Quite."
"Her grace's carriage!" said one of the servants.
"But, I say, why haven't you put on your diamonds?" asked M. de Lucenay, abruptly; "with that dress they would look remarkably well."
Saint-Remy shuddered.