He pointed to his son as he spoke, and passion shook his slender frame as the breeze shakes a leaf.

Mademoiselle and Genevieve sat hand in hand--Yvonne deadly pale, Genevieve weeping.
"What think you he has the effrontery to say?
Tetedieu! it seems that he has profited little by the lesson you read him in the horse-market about meddling in matters which concern him not.

He has come hither to tell me that he will not permit his sister to wed the Cardinal's nephew; that he will not have the estates of Canaples pass into the hands of a foreign upstart.

He, forsooth--he! he! he!" And at each utterance of the pronoun he lunged with his forefinger in the direction of his son.

"This he is not ashamed to utter before Yvonne herself!" "You compelled me to do so," cried Eugene angrily.
"I ?" ejaculated the Chevalier.