human
Well, well, well--you don't say! Not of the Brouillards of Knox County, Indiana?--but, of course, you must be. There is only the one family that I ever heard of, and it is mighty good, old _voyageur_ stock, too, dating 'way back to the Revolutionary War, and further. I've bought hogs of the farmer Brouillards hundreds of times when I was in the packing business, and I want to tell you that no finer animals ever came into the Chicago market.
gpt
Yes? said Brouillard, driving the word in edgewise.
human
I am sorry to say that I don't know many of the farmers. Our branch of the family settled near Vincennes, and my father was on the bench, when he wasn't in politics.
gpt
What? Not Judge Antoine! Why, my dear young man! Do you know that I once had the pleasure of introducing your good father to my bankers in Chicago? It was years ago, at a time when he was interested in floating a bond issue for some growing industry down on the Wabash. And to think that away out here in this howling wilderness, a thousand miles from nowhere, as you might say, I should meet his son!
human
The world isn't so very big when you come to surround it properly, Mr. Cortwright,
gpt
That's a fact; and we're doing our level best nowadays to make and keep it little, buzzed the portly man cheerfully, with a wave of one pudgy arm toward the automobile.
human
It's about a hundred and twenty miles from this to El Gato, on the Grand Canyon, isn't it, Mr. Brouillard? Well, we did it in five hours yesterday afternoon, and we could have cut an hour out of that if Rickert hadn't mistaken the way across the Buckskin. Not that it made any special difference. We expected to spend one night out and came prepared.