"And I am one of those, father," replied Robert, merrily, "but, as the proverb says, "you must shell the peas before you can eat them." It was necessary that I should first work in a great workshop--" "To go on with your plan of the staircase," interrupted Michael, ironically. "You must now say Monsieur Raymond's plan, father," replied Robert, smiling. "Why?" "Because I have sold it to him." The joiner, who was planing a board, turned round quickly. "Sold it!" cried he, with sparkling eyes. "For the reason that I was not rich enough to give it him." Michael threw down the board and tool. "There he is again!" resumed he, angrily; "his good genius puts an idea into his head which would have made him known, and he goes and sells it to a rich man, who will take the honor of it himself." "Well, what harm is there done?" asked Genevieve. "What harm!" cried the joiner, in a passion. "You understand nothing about it--you are a woman; but he--he knows well that a true workman never gives up his own inventions for money, no more than a soldier would give up his cross. That is his glory; he is bound to keep it for the honor it does him! Ah, thunder! if I had ever made a discovery, rather than put it up at auction I would have sold one of my eyes! Don't you see that a new invention is like a child to a workman? He takes care of it, he brings it up, he makes a way for it in the world, and it is only a poor creature who sells it." Robert colored a little. "You will think differently, father," said he, "when you know why I sold my plan." "Yes, and you will thank him for it," added Genevieve, who could no longer keep silence. "Never !" replied Michael. "But, wretched man!" cried she, "he sold it only for our sakes!" The joiner looked at his wife and son with astonishment. It was necessary to come to an explanation. The latter related how he had entered into a negotiation with Master Benoit, who had positively refused to sell his business unless one half of the two thousand francs were first paid down. It was in the hopes of obtaining this sum that he had gone to work with the contractor at Versailles; he had had an opportunity of trying his invention, and of finding a purchaser. Thanks to the money he received for it, he had just concluded the bargain with Benoit, and had brought his father the key of the new work-yard. This explanation was given by the young workman with so much modesty and simplicity that I was quite affected by it. Genevieve cried; Michael pressed his son to his heart, and in a long embrace he seemed to ask his pardon for having unjustly accused him.