“I am not vexed,” said Eugene quietly. “I am only about to ask you if you can tell me the name of the first king of France.”
The sergeant knitted his brows. “Louis, wasn’t it?”
“No, Mr. Officer, it was Clovis. Can you tell me why Saint Louis gained his name?”
“No,” said the sergeant gruffly; “I’m not up in French history.”
“Have you ever heard of the fight at the circus between Pepin the Little and the beasts?” asked Eugene softly and mischievously.
The sergeant laughed good-naturedly. “You’ve caught me, small boy. I don’t know any more of French history than you do of American. We’ll cry quits. What street did you say you lived on?”
“Lovejoy Street, number 29, suite 4—you will not proceed against my grandfather?”
“No, indeed; I just want to know where you live. I thought by the way you talk your grandfather must have a mansion on Commonwealth Avenue, at least.”
“No, he has not; but the little girl who insulted my emperor lives there.”