"No."
"No? Then you are luckier than I am. I advise you to keep out of his way, or he'll pin you before you know it."
"I should judge as much."
"I spoke of Professor Speyer because he was born in some outlandish corner of the Austrian empire,—Croatia, I think he told me,—and had his head full of political soap bubbles founded on the distribution of races in that part of the world. He put me to sleep half a dozen times with talking about Pansclavism and the manifest destinies of the Sclavic peoples. He is the very man for you; and I am sorry I didn't think of it before."
"Well," said Morton, "I must blunder through as I can."
"Are you at leisure? I'll go with you this afternoon, if you like, and call on him."
"I dare say my visit would bore him."
"Get him upon the races in the Austrian empire, and he will be more apt to bore you. Are you free at four o'clock?" pursued Vinal, looking at his watch.
"Yes, quite so."
"Very well. I'm going now to my tailor's. Every genuine American, you know, must have a new fit-out in Paris. I'll meet you at Meurice's at four, and we'll go from there to Speyer's."