"It's a superb country, monsieur le comte."
"I left Paris; I was determined to find out for myself what detained you in this neighborhood. I went to Grenoble, and failed to find you; I sought you in vain in that vicinity. And at last I find you here, in this absurd costume! I did not expect this, I admit.—But my son—where is he? is he acting, also?"
"No, monsieur le comte."
"Where is he, then?—speak!"
"He is lost, monsieur le comte."
"Lost! What do you mean? Answer me, monsieur!"
"That is to say, monsieur le comte, he has gone astray."
"Remember, monsieur, that I intrusted my son to you."
"We will find him, monsieur le comte. Monsieur le Baron Potoski is going to send couriers to all the European courts."
"Who is this Baron Potoski?"