All the time of supper, there was nothing spoken of but my young lord. The two parents were both absurdly fond of their child. Monsieur kept insisting on his sagacity: how he knew all the children at school by name; and when this utterly failed on trial, how he was cautious and exact to a strange degree, and if asked anything, he would sit and think⁠—and think, and if he did not know it, “my faith, he wouldn’t tell you at all⁠— foi, il ne vous le dira pas ”: which is certainly a very high degree of caution. At intervals, M.