It was easy, was it not, with the proofs I held against her?
The fact is she adores her son, and her heart is breaking at the idea that he may be obliged to restitute what he has stolen from me.

And I, idiot, fool, coward, almost wished not to mention the matter to her.

I said to myself, I will forgive, for after all she has loved me! Loved?
no.

She would see me suffer the most horrible tortures, without shedding a tear, to prevent a single hair falling from her son's head." "She has probably warned the count," observed old Tabaret, still pursuing his idea.
"She may have tried, but cannot have succeeded, for the count has been absent from Paris for more than a month and is not expected to return until the end of the week." "How do you know that ?" "I wished to see the count my father, to speak with him." "You ?" "Yes, I.Do you think that I shall not reclaim my own?
Do you imagine that I shall not raise my voice.

On what account should I keep silent, who have I to consider?
I have rights, and I will make them good.