Believe me, my son, this is the only truth in the world." And he concluded by gulping in one draft all that was left in the second glass.
Meanwhile the boy was forming in his mind an idea prompted by his pleasant intoxication.

What if he should go to Naples in order to bring his father back!...
At this moment everything seemed possible to him.

The world was rose-colored as it always was when he looked at it, glass in hand, near to Uncle Caragol.

All obstacles would turn out to be trifling: everything would arrange itself with wonderful facility.

Men were able to progress by bounds.
But hours afterward when his thoughts were cleared of their beatific visions, he felt a little fearful when recollecting his absent parent.
How would he receive him upon his arrival ?...