I should be a bad son if I did otherwise." Mme.

Roland, much distressed, now put in her word: "Come, Pierre, what ails you?
For once it cannot hurt him.

Think of what an occasion it is for him, for all of us.

You will spoil his pleasure and make us all unhappy.

It is too bad of you to do such a thing." He muttered, as he shrugged his shoulders.
"He can do as he pleases.