When he once feels we are necessary to his comfort, and that some reliable person, like the curate, for example, were to whisper to him that you are the son of Claudet de Buxieres, he would have scruples, and at last, half on his own account, and half for the sake of religion, he would begin to treat you like a relative." "No;" said Claudet, firmly, "these tricky ways do not suit me.

Monsieur Arbillot proposed yesterday that I should do what you advise.

He even offered to inform this gentleman of my relationship to Claude de Buxieres.

I refused, and forbade the notary to open his mouth on the subject.

What! should I play the part of a craven hound before this younger son whom my father detested, and beg for a portion of the inheritance?
Thank you! I prefer to take myself out of the way at once!" "You prefer to have your mother beg her bread at strangers' doors!" replied Manette, bitterly, shedding tears of rage.
"I have already told you, mother, that when one has a good pair of arms, and the inclination to use them, one has no need to beg one's bread.
Enough said! I am going to Auberive to notify the justice and the notary." While Claudet was striding across the woods, the boy carried the luggage of the newly arrived traveller into the chamber on the first floor, and Zelie, the small servant, put the sheets on the bed, dusted the room, and lighted the fire.