Denzil belongs to you, because you helped to save him years ago; the Catholic Archbishop belongs to you, because he's got brains and a love of literature and art; Barode Barouche belongs to you, because he's almost a genius too." "Barouche is a politician," said Carnac with slight derision.
"That's no reason why he shouldn't be a genius." "He's a Frenchman." "Haven't Frenchmen genius ?" asked the girl.
Carnac laughed.

"Why, of course.

Barode Barouche--yes, he's a great one: he can think, he can write, and he can talk; and the talking's the best that he does--though I've not heard him speak, but I've read his speeches." "Doesn't he make good laws at Ottawa ?" "He makes laws at Ottawa--whether they're good or not is another question.

I shouldn't be a follower of his, if I had my chance though." "That's because you're not French." "Oh yes, I'm as French as can be! I felt at home with the French when I was in France.

I was all Gallic.