have been some great leader. Then Adolphe went on; and as long as I live I shall never forget his words, so painful did I find them:
"'Everything shows, these thin strokes, the way they are joined to one another, their manner of rising, mounting, topping one another, energy, strength of will, pigheadedness, harshness, ardour, activity, ambition… for evil.'
"I was dismayed; but in a flash of genius I cried:
"'What is evil? What is good? If Attila had known how to write, he might have had the handwriting of Napoleon!'
"'Attila was called "the flail of God,"' he said.
"'And Napoleon was the flail of men,' I retorted on the instant.
"I was hard put to it to restrain my anger; but I asserted that Theophrastus Longuet could only be an honest man before this life, during this life, and after this life.
"My dear wife agreed with me, warmly. Adolphe saw that he had gone too far, and apologised."
