"And I into the Greek."
"Ah! My first peep!"
"And what do you see?"
"Do you know, I see a queer thing. I see a boy who has thought. You have thought. Don't deny it!"
"On religion?"
"On religion—and other things; you acknowledge it in one look."
The boy laughed, like a child who has been caught at some forbidden game.
"Perhaps it was your imagination."
"Perhaps! But, look here, we can't stand all day discoursing in the Cours la Reine! Where shall we wander—left or right?" He nodded first in the direction of the river, then toward the large building that faced them on the right, from the roof of which an array of small flags fluttered an invitation.
The boy's eyes followed his movement. "Pictures!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know there was an exhibition open."