whom?”
“Of myself,” cried Morcerf; “ parbleu! do you think I cannot be saved as well as anyone else, and that there are only Arabs who cut off heads? Our breakfast is a philanthropic one, and we shall have at table—at least, I hope so—two benefactors of humanity.”
“What shall we do?” said Debray; “we have only one Monthyon prize.”
“Well, it will be given to someone who has done nothing to deserve it,” said Beauchamp; “that is the way the Academy mostly escapes from the dilemma.”
“And where does he come from?” asked Debray. “You have already answered the question once, but so vaguely that I venture to put it a second time.”
“Really,” said Albert, “I do not know; when I invited him three months ago, he was then at Rome,