"Yes, a forester. He had sons"—he lifted up both hands, and then one finger.
"Eleven?"
"Yes, eleven. I myself was"—he held the palm of his hand quite low down towards the floor.
"The youngest?"
"Yes, the youngest."
"My father gave me"—here followed a very suggestive gesture.
"Yes, a very rigorous education."
"But it was all"—he lightly tapped the hollow of his hand, as much as to say "No good!"
"He wanted me to be"—he laid the palms of his hands together as if in prayer.
"A priest?"