He enjoyed them, and he marveled to see that gross thing, error, brought down to so fine a point.
"You have a beautiful country," said Madame de Cintre, presently.
"Oh, magnificent!" said Newman.

"You ought to see it." "I shall never see it," said Madame de Cintre with a smile.
"Why not ?" asked Newman.
"I don't travel; especially so far." "But you go away sometimes; you are not always here ?" "I go away in summer, a little way, to the country." Newman wanted to ask her something more, something personal, he hardly knew what.

"Don't you find it rather--rather quiet here ?" he said; "so far from the street ?" Rather "gloomy," he was going to say, but he reflected that that would be impolite.
"Yes, it is very quiet," said Madame de Cintre; "but we like that." "Ah, you like that," repeated Newman, slowly.
"Besides, I have lived here all my life." "Lived here all your life," said Newman, in the same way.
"I was born here, and my father was born here before me, and my grandfather, and my great-grandfathers.

Were they not, Valentin ?" and she appealed to her brother.
"Yes, it's a family habit to be born here!" the young man said with a laugh, and rose and threw the remnant of his cigarette into the fire, and then remained leaning against the chimney-piece.

An observer would have perceived that he wished to take a better look at Newman, whom he covertly examined, while he stood stroking his mustache.
"Your house is tremendously old, then," said Newman.
"How old is it, brother ?" asked Madame de Cintre.
The young man took the two candles from the mantel-shelf, lifted one high in each hand, and looked up toward the cornice of the room, above the chimney-piece.