At the same time, perhaps, he was trying to find out what they might think and know, as one of the many viewpoints of the people in Paris.
"You are not French," he added looking at his cousin.

"You were born in Argentina, so before you I may speak the truth." "And were you not born there ?" asked Julio smiling.
The Doctor made a gesture of protest, as though he had just heard something insulting.

"No, I am a German.

No matter where a German may be born, he always belongs to his mother country." Then turning to Argensola--"This gentleman, too, is a foreigner.

He comes from noble Spain, which owes to us the best that it has--the worship of honor, the knightly spirit." The Spaniard wished to remonstrate, but the Sage would not permit, adding in an oracular tone: "You were miserable Celts, sunk in the vileness of an inferior and mongrel race whose domination by Rome but made your situation worse.
Fortunately you were conquered by the Goths and others of our race who implanted in you a sense of personal dignity.