Walk before me, Monsieur le Comte, I beg you.
Marie, child, respect my corn! "And can we hope, Monsieur de Camors, that you have the happy idea of quitting the great Babylon to install yourself among your rural possessions?
It will be a good example, Monsieur--an excellent example! For unhappily today more than ever we can say with the poet: 'Non ullus aratro Dignus honos; squalent abductis arva colonis, Et--et--' "And, by gracious! I've forgotten the rest--poor memory! Ah, young sir, never grow old-never grow old!" "'Et curvae rigidum falces conflantur in ensem,"' said Camors, continuing the broken quotation.
"Ah! you quote Virgil.

You read the classics.

I am charmed, really charmed.

That is not the characteristic of our rising generation, for modern youth has an idea it is bad taste to quote the ancients.

But that is not my idea, young sir--not in the least.