“Lieber Himmel!” he exclaimed. “You—you tell us this? With seriousness you say it? Yes? Mein Gott, du bist verrückt! Stay, stay, little man, and rave your crazy ravings. I am going to get drunk!” A smile of almost heavenly delight lit up de Grandin’s face. “Mon cher ami, mon brave collègue,” he exclaimed, “for a week I’ve known you, yet never till this instant have I heard you speak one word of sense! “Wait till I find my seven-times-accursed hat, and I will go with you!”
