"'What a chit for chat!'" added the rapin.
"Your family, young man, destine you to some career, do they ?" said Georges.

"Might I ask what it is ?" "Diplomacy," replied Oscar.
Three bursts of laughter came from Mistigris, the great painter, and the farmer.

The count himself could not help smiling.

Georges was perfectly grave.
"By Allah!" he exclaimed, "I see nothing to laugh at in that.

Though it seems to me, young man, that your respectable mother is, at the present moment, not exactly in the social sphere of an ambassadress.