"No."
Christophe said nothing for a moment; then he asked:
"Where do you live?"
"Near the Parc Monçeau."
"You walked here? Yes? It is a long way. You must be tired."
"I am never tired."
"Good! Show me your arms."
(He felt them.)
"You are a strong boy…. What put it into your head to come and see me?"
"My father loved you more than any one."