46 AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF FRANCIS ARAGO. 



An emigre officer of the Bourbon regiment offered at 

 once to make the experiment, and, after some phrases in- 

 terchanged between us, affirmed without hesitation that I 



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was French. 



The judge, rendered impatient, exclaimed, " Let us 

 put an end to these trials which decide nothing. I sum- 

 mon you, sir, to tell me who you are. I promise that 

 your life will be safe if you answer me with sincerity. 



" My greatest wish would be to give an answer to your 

 satisfaction. I will, then, try to do so ; but I warn you 

 that I am not going to tell you the truth. I am son of 

 the innkeeper at Mataro." " I know that innkeeper ; 

 you are not his son." "You are right. I announced to 

 you that I should vary my answers until one of them 

 should suit you. I retract then, and tell you that I am a 

 titiretero, (player of marionettes,) and that I practised at 

 Lerida." 



A loud shout of laughter from the multitude encircling 

 us greeted this answer, and put an end to the questions. 



" I swear by the d 1," exclaimed the judge, " that I 



will discover sooner or later who you are ! ' 



And he retired. 



The Arabs, the Moroccans, the Jews, who witnessed 

 this interrogatory, understood nothing of it ; they had 

 only seen that I had not allowed myself to be intimidated. 

 At the close of the interview they came to kiss my hand, 

 and gave me, from this moment, their entire confidence. 



I became their secretary for all the individual or col- 

 lective remonstrances which they thought they had a 

 right to address to the Spanish Government; and tils 

 right was incontestable. Every clay I Avas occupied in 

 drawing up petitions, especially in the name of the two 

 ostrich-feather merchants, one of whom called himself a 



