He has a chemist's shop," said M.Charolais, waving a large red hand at the young man.
The young man, also blessed with the family eyes, set close together, entered the hall and bowed to the two girls.

The Duke raised his eyebrows ever so slightly.
"I'm very sorry, gentlemen," said Germaine, "but my father has not yet returned." "Please don't apologize.

There is not the slightest need," said M.
Charolais; and he and his two sons settled themselves down on three chairs, with the air of people who had come to make a considerable stay.
For a moment, Germaine, taken aback by their coolness, was speechless; then she said hastily: "Very likely he won't be back for another hour.
I shouldn't like you to waste your time." "Oh, it doesn't matter," said M.Charolais, with an indulgent air; and turning to the Duke, he added, "However, while we're waiting, if you're a member of the family, sir, we might perhaps discuss the least you will take for the motor-car." "I'm sorry," said the Duke, "but I have nothing to do with it." Before M.Charolais could reply the door opened, and Firmin's deep voice said: "Will you please come in here, sir ?" A third young man came into the hall.
"What, you here, Bernard ?" said M.Charolais.

"I told you to wait at the park gates." "I wanted to see the car too," said Bernard.
"My third son.

He is destined for the Bar," said M.Charolais, with a great air of paternal pride.
"But how many are there ?" said Germaine faintly.
Before M.Charolais could answer, Firmin once more appeared on the threshold.
"The master's just come back, miss," he said.
"Thank goodness for that!" said Germaine; and turning to M.Charolais, she added, "If you will come with me, gentlemen, I will take you to my father, and you can discuss the price of the car at once." As she spoke she moved towards the door.