People don't eat figs in the evening.

They will be for to-morrow morning." And thereupon he again relapsed into silence.
"For to-morrow morning--yes, yes, no doubt," repeated Prada.

"And the Cardinal will be able to thoroughly regale himself if nobody helps him to eat the fruit." Thereupon Pierre, without pausing to reflect, exclaimed: "He will no doubt eat it by himself, for his nephew, Prince Dario, must have started to-day for Naples on a little convalescence trip to rid himself of the effects of the accident which laid him up during the last month." Then, having got so far, the young priest remembered to whom he was speaking, and abruptly stopped short.
The Count noticed his embarrassment.

"Oh! speak on, my dear Monsieur Froment," said he, "you don't offend me.

It's an old affair now.