Meantime he viewed with the eye of a philosopher the strife of the covetous relatives who hovered around their rich prey.
Madame de la Roche-Jugan had invented an original way of making herself agreeable to the General, which was to persuade him he had disease of the heart.

She continually felt his pulse with her plump hand, sometimes reassuring him, and at others inspiring him with a salutary terror, although he denied it.
"Good heavens! my dear cousin!" he would exclaim, "let me alone.

I know I am mortal like everybody else.

What of that?
But I see your aim-it is to convert me! Ta-ta!" She not only wished to convert him, but to marry him, and bury him besides.
She based her hopes in this respect chiefly on her son Sigismund; knowing that the General bitterly regretted having no one to inherit his name.

He had but to marry Madame de la Roche-Jugan and adopt her son to banish this care.