"Uscoques," said Georges.

Hearing the right name given, the count, who had been sent by Napoleon
on one occasion to the Illyrian provinces, turned his head and looked
at Georges, so surprised was he.

"The affair happened in that town where they make maraschino,"
continued Schinner, seeming to search for a name.

"Zara," said Georges. "I've been there; it is on the coast."

"You are right," said the painter. "I had gone there to look at the
country, for I adore scenery. I've longed a score of times to paint
landscape, which no one, as I think, understands but Mistigris, who
will some day reproduce Hobbema, Ruysdael, Claude Lorrain, Poussin,
and others."

"But," exclaimed the count, "if he reproduces one of them won't that
be enough?"

"If you persist in interrupting, monsieur," said Oscar, "we shall
never get on."

"And Monsieur Schinner was not addressing himself to you in
particular," added Georges.

"'Tisn't polite to interrupt," said Mistigris, sententiously, "but we
all do it, and conversation would lose a great deal if we didn't
scatter little condiments while exchanging our reflections. Therefore,