“The son of the lord.”
“Ah, yes.”
Cæsar kept on reading, and Laura continued to watch the landscape which hurried by outside the window. After a while she exclaimed:
“O Lord, what hideous things!”
“What things?”
“Those war-ships.”
Cæsar looked where his sister pointed. In a roadstead brilliant with sunlight he saw two men-of-war, black and full of cannons.
“That’s the way one ought to be to face life, armed to the teeth,” exclaimed Cæsar.
“Why?” asked Laura.
“Because life is hard, and you have to be as hard as it is in order to win.”