But you will
remember, Mr. Gusher, the most amusing thing of all was the number of
fathers he had. To-day he had a Spanish father, who had been through all
the wars of Spain; to-morrow his father was a Frenchman who had smelled
powder in all the battles fought by Napoleon. They were generals, too.
There was one bad feature about Louis's fathers. They were all
unfortunate gentlemen, who managed to fight on the wrong side, and got
their estates confiscated and their families left destitute."
Romer paused for a moment, but kept his eyes fixed on Gusher. Still
there was no change in his countenance. The young gentlemen who had been
so merry but a few minutes before, now put down their glasses and
listened with intense interest to the conversation.
"You shall zee, mine friend, (wiz your permizion I shall call you mine
friend,") replied Gusher, still cool and nonchalant, and again giving
Romer's hand a decided shake, "I have hear zat grand rascal tell ze same
story so many times. You shall know zat I meets ze grand rascal on
Broadway--a few days ago--"
"You met him in New York, eh?" resumed Romer, affecting great surprise.
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