But which one?
And why should he accuse the little girls?
It was not manly, and he wished to be a man.
More than this, he was angry to think that he had been suspected, more angry yet to think he had been accused by good Uncle Lucien, and furiously angry to think that his word was doubted; so he said nothing further.
"Ah, so! It was--you, then," the canon said, shaking his head in sorrowful belief.
"No; I did not say so!" exclaimed Napoleon.

"It was not I." "Take care, take care, my son," the canon said, very nearly losing his temper over what he considered Napoleon's insincerity.

"You cannot deceive me.

See! look at yourself in the glass.

Your face betrays you.
It is red with shame." "Then is my color a liar, uncle; but I am not," Napoleon insisted.
"What were you doing here, all alone ?" asked his uncle.
"I was thirsty," replied the nephew.