This afternoon my neighbor declared to me that yesterday he had proposed that you come and see me. He said that you refused, that he pressed you, and that you answered that you were afraid of being a burden, and inconveniencing me. Since both of us know how this neighbor likes to joke, I did not want to believe him; I thought he only wanted to torment me a little; I almost laughed at what he said. Then your grandson, that grandson who would never accuse you, even in jest, came to me to say the same thing; I rubbed my eyes to see whether I was not having a bad dream—but I was only too wide awake! You a burden, my dear papa, an inconvenience, to me! I who love you so frankly, so tenderly; oh, surely, surely, you are unaware of the delight I feel when I see you; apparently I have hidden my feelings too well until now, and have received you in a cold and constrained manner. You will tell me, my papa, which of us two is wrong and must stand corrected; it remains to be seen whether it is you or I.