—Man loves his son madly. He bought him a pony for horseback riding, a nice snow-white pony. My children—
—Pray, let me continue. Have I told you yet about the swimming-pool?
—No. No.
—A swimming-pool, a perfect marvel.
—What, a swimming-pool!
—Yes. And further on is Man's study, full of books, books, books.
They say he's a very learned man.
—You can see it by the books.
—I have seen his garden.
—I haven't.
—It was entrancing, I must say. Imagine an emerald-green lawn kept beautifully mowed and trimmed at the edges. In the middle a path of fine red sand.