Little Madame Knäpple went on: "Above all, moral!" Voices high, low, ironical, and irritated rang out confusedly. "Deceivers, the French! Look at their novels and plays! France is decadent! A worn-out nation! What will she do against fifty-five millions of Germans?" Jean let the avalanche pass; he looked now at Fincken, who was gesticulating, now at von Farnow, who was silent, with head held high and frowning brows. "I believe France is very much calumniated," he said at last. "She may be governed badly. She may be weakened by dissensions; but since you attack her, I am delighted to tell you that I look upon her as a very great nation. Even you yourselves have no other opinion." Veritable clamours arose. Ah! Oh! Indeed. "Your very fury against her proves this. You have conquered her, but you have not left off envying her!" "Do you read the commercial statistics, young man?" asked the resolute voice of Herr Rosenblatt. "Her merchant navy is in the sixth rank!" whispered one of the students. Professor Knäpple fixed his spectacles on his nose and very clearly articulated the following proposition: "What you say, my dear Oberlé, is true as regards the past. Even to-day I think I can add, that if we had France to ourselves she would rapidly become a great country. We should know how to improve her." "I beg you," added von Fincken insolently, "not to discuss an opinion which is not tenable." "I beg you, in my turn," said Jean, "not to use in discussion arguments which are not conclusive, and do not really touch the question. One cannot judge a country simply and solely by its commerce, its navy, or its army." "On what would you form your judgment then, sir?" "On the soul of the country, sir. France has hers; that I know from history and from I know not what filial instinct I feel within me; and I firmly believe that there are many superior virtues, eminent qualities, generosity, disinterestedness, love of justice, taste, delicacy, and a certain flower of heroism, which are to be found more often than elsewhere in the past and in the present of this nation. I could give many proofs of it. Even if she were as weak as you assert, she holds treasures which are the honour of the world, which must be torn from her before she merits death, and by the side of these things the remainder seems very small. Your Germanisation, sir, is only destruction or diminution of those virtues or French qualities in the Alsatian soul. And that is why I maintain that it is bad!" "Come now," said Fincken, "Alsace belongs naturally to Germany; she has made her come back. We make our repossession sure. Who would not do as much?" "France!" answered Oberlé; "and that is why we love her. She might have taken the territory, but she would not have done violence to the soul. We belong to her by right of love." The baron shrugged his shoulders. "Go back then to her!"