"Who is your father?" Flip asked. "Where do you live?"
"My father's a professor of philosophy. He used to teach in Lauzanne but now he's at the Sorbonne. At least he's there usually, I mean. This year he's on a Sabbatical leave and he's writing a book. That's why he doesn't talk much. He spends hours in his study and then he comes to the table and I don't think he has any idea what he eats. He just sits there and goes on thinking."
"Where do you live?" Flip asked again.
"At the gate house to the chateau. But I stay over here most of the time and then I'm sure I won't disturb my father and he won't notice me and think I ought to be in school. Besides there's something I want to find out."
"What?"
Instead of answering Paul asked, "Would you like to see the chateau?"
"Oh, yes."
"You aren't afraid of bats and mice and rats and beetles and spiders and things, are you?"
"Why?"
"There are a great many inside."