You were looking at us just now.

Oh, I have very good eyes; you were looking at us.

Well, do you know what we were talking about?
Of you, my dear fellow, of you, of you again, of nothing but you.

And it is the same thing every evening; there is no end to the questions: "'You were brought up together?
You took lessons together from the Abbe Constantin ?' "'Will he soon be Captain?
And then ?' "'Commandant.' "'And then ?' "'Colonel, etc., etc., etc.' "Ah! I can tell you, my friend Jean, if you liked, you might dream a very delicious dream." Jean was annoyed, almost angry.

Paul was much astonished at this sudden attack of irritability.
"What is the matter?
Have I said anything--" "I beg your pardon; I was wrong.