“I don’t know. I can’t wake your mother up, and the girls will be asleep.”
Serge laughed.
“I don’t see anything to laugh at,” muttered Frederic. “I don’t want you in my bed.”
“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” said Serge. “I was laughing because it was so like the Folyats.”
Francis took a book in his hand and rolled out of the room. Serge removed his collar and covered his feet with his coat and lay down on the sofa. Frederic stood tugging at his little golden-red moustache and looked down at him.
“Good-night,” he muttered, and went away.
“God!” said Serge. “What a weak chin he has.”
[IX
INTERIOR]
| Polyerges, on the contrary, already illustrates thelowering tendency of slavery. | ||
| ANTS, BEES AND WASPS. | ||