"No, true.... They are very friendly with the Chambannes.... By the way, you would like the old Marquis very much.... I have been assured that he shared your horror for the Jews, who nearly ruined him at the time of the panic...." The flame of his anger was abating. He gave a few more names, but without commenting upon them: Jean Bunel, the novelist; M. Burzig, a young broker; M. Silberschmidt and his wife. He became silent and Cyprien asked: "Is that all?" "Yes, absolutely," Schleifmann replied, as he took off his gold-rimmed spectacles to wipe the glasses, tarnished by the perspiration caused by his excitement. M. Raindal the younger assumed a jocular expression. "One more question, please!" "I am listening," Schleifmann said. Cyprien came closer to him and asked engagingly: "Of course, they are all Prussians?" "No, my dear Raindal," the Galician replied. "They are all French, or--and it is all one--naturalized Frenchmen.... Since the war.... The little Pums is their veteran.... He has been French since 1878, this little Pums.... Well I remember how proud he was of it when he came back to Lemberg, at his next annual visit.... He ran from house to house, to his friends, to his relations, showing everywhere his naturalization papers.... Anyone might have thought he was showing the diploma of a degree...." "It is one!" remarked Cyprien. "Yes, yes, all are naturalized French citizens," Schleifmann continued, "with the exception of Burzig whom I was forgetting.... It is not his fault, however.... He owes that to his father.... They have the mania for change in that family. The grandfather was born in Mayence and became an American. Good! The father came to Paris and turned into a Frenchman.... Pouf! It was not enough!... He made an Englishman of his son to save him from military service.... I tell you, these damned Burzigs are never satisfied!" He laughed, a sneer on his lips. "If the Jews of France had red blood in their veins, I can assure you that they would have thrown out all these tourists! You, the true Frenchmen, should have made life so unbearable, so hard for them that...." "What about yourself, Schleifmann?" Raindal asked. "Are you not going to be naturalized also?" The Galician gave a melancholy smile. "I, my good friend?... At my age!... What is the use? Fate made me a man without a country and a man without a country I must remain.... I am plain M. Schleifmann, a citizen of humanity, as someone said...." "That is all very well!" Cyprien objected. "But what would happen to you if war broke out?" "War!" Schleifmann murmured dreamily.... "First of all, shall I see it?... Then I am very old, my dear Raindal; I would make a poor kind of a soldier.... I am sorry.... However much I do detest war and the imbecile reasons for which nations massacre each other, I would have liked nevertheless to serve France, the least stupid of all nations, after all, and the most generous I have ever known...."