“And you are not satisfied?”
“I have no reason to be. I just saw my brother, and he received me like a beggar.”
“Your brother is a wild Indian, whom I would beat with the flat of my sword if I still had one.”
“My dress, my face, and my long moustaches—he didn’t like any of them.”
“That’s a great pity! Didn’t he see that token of your valor?”
“No, it was out of sight, and I am very glad of it; my brother isn’t capable of appreciating what I have here, and I propose to make him blush for his treatment of me some day.”
“So your brother is a rich man?”
“Yes, yes.”
“A swell?”
“Yes.”