So that, in decisive moments, when the man of pleasure appeals to his intelligence, he finds he is unfit for duty, and when the man of toil appeals to his heart, he finds that he is unqualified for happiness." "Well, my boy, so much the worse for the women who cannot appreciate men of work, and who allow themselves to be wheedled by men of pleasure.

I never was one of those; and serious as you are, thirty years ago I would have jumped at you.

But as you know your ailment so well, why don't you cure yourself?
The remedy is at hand." "What is it ?" "Strong will.

Marry Micheline.

I'll answer for everything." "She does not love me." "A woman always ends by loving her husband." "I love Micheline too much to accept her hand without her heart." Madame Desvarennes saw that she would gain nothing, and that the game was irrevocably lost.