But Brogard had evidently had enough of these questionings.
He did not think that it was fitting for a citizen--who was the equal of anybody--to be thus catechised by these SACRRES ARISTOS, even though they were rich English ones. It was distinctly more fitting to his newborn dignity to be as rude as possible; it was a sure sign of servility to meekly reply to civil questions.
"I don't know," he said surlily. "I have said enough, VOYONS, LES ARISTOS!. . .He came to-day. He ordered supper. He went out.--He'll come back. VOILA!"And with this parting assertion of his rights as a citizen and a free man, to be as rude as he well pleased, Brogard shuffled out of the room, banging the door after him.