I hope so, from the bottom of my heart.

Yes; God grant that he may be successful.

My vanity and my mad presumption will deserve the slight punishment of his triumph over me.
What would I not give to establish this man's innocence?
Half of my fortune would be but a small sacrifice.

If I should not succeed! If, after having caused the evil, I should find myself powerless to undo it!" Old Tabaret went to bed, shuddering at this last thought.

He fell asleep, and had a terrible nightmare.