Did you ever sit on a case of dynamite just about to blow up, Jean ?" "No, M'seur.

It must be unpleasant." "That dream was what turned my hair white, Jean.

See how white it is--whiter than the snow!" Croisset looked at him a little anxiously as he ate his meat, and at the gathering unrest in his ayes Howland burst into a laugh.
"Don't be frightened, Jean," he spoke soothingly.

"I'm harmless.

But I promise you that I'll become violent unless something reasonable occurs pretty soon.