Let not favors dazzle you, my poor child, and let not elevation turn your head.

Be not so indignant at the suggestion; the thing has happened to older men than yourself.

Write to me often, as well as to your mother; see Monsieur de Thou, and together we will try to keep you in good counsel.

Now, my son, be kind enough to close that window through which the wind comes upon my head, and I will tell you what has been going on here." Henri, trusting that the moral part of the discourse was over, and anticipating nothing in the second part but a narrative more or less interesting, closed the old casement, festooned with cobwebs, and resumed his seat without speaking.
"Now that I reflect further," continued the Abbe, "I think it will not perhaps be unprofitable for you to have passed through this place, although it be a sad experience you shall have acquired; but it will supply what I may not have formerly told you of the wickedness of men.
I hope, moreover, that the result will not be fatal, and that the letter we have written to the King will arrive in time." "I heard that it had been intercepted," interposed Cinq-Mars.
"Then all is over," said the Abbe Quillet; "the Cure is lost.

But listen.