"Ask the priest."
"Do you know what Bourbon is, father,—particularly a Bourbon ear?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
"But how could I have a Bourbon ear if it didn't concern me?"
"Who said you had such an ear?"
"Madame de Ferrier."
The chief grunted.
"At least she told De Chaumont," I repeated exactly, "I was the boy she saw in London, that her father said had all the traits of the Bourbons. Where is London?"
The chief paddled without replying. Finding him so ignorant on all points of the conversation, or so determined to put me down, I gazed awhile at our shadow gliding in the water, and then began again.
"Father, do you happen to know who Bonaparte is?"