But what matters it to you who date from yesterday and who boast of it," he added, almost sadly, "that in the most insignificant corners of this city centuries of history abound?
Does your heart blush at the sight of the facade of the church of Saint-Louis, the salamander of Francois I and the lilies?
Do you know why the Rue Bargognona is called thus, and that near by is Saint-Claudedes-Bourguignons, our church?
Have you visited, you who are from the Vosges, that of your province, Saint-Nicolas-des-Lorrains?
Do you know Saint-Yves-des-Bretons ?" "But," and here his voice assumed a gay accent, "I have thoroughly charged into that rascal of a Hafner.

I have laid him before you without any hesitation.

I have spoken to you as I feel, with all the fervor of my heart, although it may seem sport to you.

You will be punished, for I shall not allow you to escape.

I will take you to the France of other days.