"Do you suppose that this Motier has lived among the English all his life?"
"I believe so."
"Impossible!"
"Why so?"
"His manner, his accent, and his look are all as French as they can possibly be."
"How he has done it I am unable to conjecture. This Motier, père, must have been a man of superior culture, to have brought up such a very gentlemanly young fellow as this."
"Well, there is a difficulty about that. My opinion of the New Englanders is such that I do not think they would allow a man to live among them who looked so like a Frenchman."
"Bah! his looks are nothing; and they don't know what his French accent may be."
"Do you think, after all, that his own story is true about living in New England? May he not be some adventurer, who has drifted away from France of late years, and has come in contact with Motier? Or, better yet, may he not have been prepared for his part, and sent out by some parties in France, who are familiar with the whole Montresor business, and are playing a deep game?"
Cazeneau, at this, sat for a time in deep thought.