But he made excuses for him.

Had he not just seen him so charming to his mother and so respectful to the three young ladies?
Maurice had allowed himself to be carried away by his youthful impetuosity, that was all! Was it for him, still pure, but tormented by the temptations and curiosity of youth, to be severe?
Would he not have done as much had he dared, or if he had had the money in his pocket?
To tell the truth, Amedee dreamed that very night of the pretty maid with the suspicion of a moustache.
The next day, when Amedee paid his visit to the Gerards, all they could talk of was the evening before.

Amedee spoke with the eloquence of a young man who had seen for the first time a finger-bowl at dessert.
Louise, while putting on her hat and getting her roll of music--she gave lessons now upon the piano in boarding-schools--was much interested in Madame Roger's imposing beauty.

Mamma Gerard would have liked to know how the chicken-jelly was made; the old engraver listened with pleasure to the Colonel's military anecdotes; while little Maria exacted a precise description of the toilettes of the three demoiselles Lantz, and turned up her nose disdainfully at them.
"Now, then, Amedee," said the young girl, suddenly, as she looked at herself in a mirror that was covered with flyspecks, "tell me honestly, were these young ladies any prettier than I ?" "Do you see the coquette ?" exclaimed Father Gerard, bursting into laughter without raising his eyes from his work.

"Do people ask such questions as that, Mademoiselle ?" There was a general gayety, but Amedee blushed without knowing why.