Then the color came back to his lips, and he sighed heavily.
"An attack of the nerves," he said, shaking his head feebly.

"An attack of the nerves, Messieurs." My father looked doubtful.
"Are you often taken in this way ?" he asked, with unusual gentleness.
"_Mais oui_, Monsieur," admitted the Frenchman, reluctantly.

"He does often arrive to me.

Not--not that he is dangerous.

Ah, bah! _Pas du tout_!" "Humph!" ejaculated my father, more doubtfully than before.