"Very well, if you insist."—And the tutor said to himself, as he followed Dubourg to a table: "This devil of a fellow has a persuasive way that seduces you and carries you away; it's impossible to remain angry with him."
"Where are you from?" he asked; "my pupil has been looking for you a long while; he's very anxious to see you."
"I have just arrived from my province—Bretagne."
"Ah! so you are from Bretagne? I am not surprised, then, that you were constantly bringing it into your descriptions of Poland; and then, the milk and butter that you were always boasting about."
"Excellent they are, Monsieur Ménard."
"And what have you been doing in Bretagne?"
"I have just inherited a very pretty little fortune from my aunt."
"I'll wager that that isn't true!"
"O Monsieur Ménard! don't you see that I am in mourning?"
"That proves nothing; you were dressed as a Polish nobleman when we walked arm in arm through the streets of Lyon. Oh! when I think of that——"