"I have never been more so, even in my own study. We lead the life of birds; we sing and flutter about. I almost think that men were destined to live in the trees."
"They only want wings," said the major.
"They will make them some day."
"In the meantime," replied Glenarvan, "permit me, my dear friend, to prefer the sand of a park, the floor of a house, or the deck of a vessel to this aerial abode."
"Glenarvan," said Paganel, "we must take things as they come. If favorable, so much the better; if unfavorable, we must not mind it. I see you long for the comforts of Malcolm Castle."
"No, but——"
"I am certain that Robert is perfectly happy," interrupted Paganel, to secure one advocate, at least, of his theories.
"Yes, Monsieur Paganel!" cried the boy, in a joyful tone.
"It is natural at his age," replied Glenarvan.
"And at mine," added the geographer. "The less ease we have, the fewer wants; the fewer wants, the happier we are."