"Ah! cursed Ebene," said Rustan, "if you are so malicious, you don't belong to the same master with Topaz: you have been formed by two different principles, one of which is by nature good, the other evil."
"That does not follow," said Ebene, "this is a very knotty point."
"It is not possible," answered the dying man, "that a benevolent being could create so destructive a genius."
"Possible or not possible," replied the genius, "the thing is just as I say."
"Alas!" said Topaz, "my poor unfortunate friend, don't you see that that rogue is so malicious as to encourage you to dispute, in order to inflame your blood and hasten your death?"
"Get you gone," said the melancholy Rustan, "I am not much better satisfied with you than with him. He at least acknowledges that it was his intention to hurt me; and you, who pretended to defend me, have done me no service at all."
"I am very sorry for it," said the good genius.
"And I too," said the dying man; "there is something at the bottom of all this which I cannot comprehend."
"Nor I neither," said the good genius.
"I shall know the truth of the matter in a moment," said Rustan. "We shall see that," said Topaz.