Poor boy! He did not eat your fruit, Canon Lucien." "How, child! What do you say ?" the canon exclaimed.

"He did not?
Who did, then ?" "Why, I did--and Eliza," Panoria replied "You--and Eliza!"-- "Eliza!"-- "Why, she said nothing!" These were the exclamations of surprise and query that came from all present.
"Why, surely!" said Panoria; "and was it wrong?
Fruit is free to all here in Corsica.

But Eliza was so afraid of her uncle the canon's fruit that I dared her to take some; and we did.

Napoleon never touched it.

He knew nothing of it." "My poor boy my good child!" said the Canon Lucien, taking Napoleon in his arms.