"You will frighten mamma, and she will imagine at once that I still wish to enter Saint-Cyr.

But I assure you, little mother, you may be tranquil.

Since you wish it, your respectful and obedient son will become a lawyer without clients, who will paint daubs during his spare moments.

In reality, I should much prefer a horse and a sword and a squadron of hussars.

But no matter! The essential thing is not to give mamma any trouble." This was said with so much warmth and gentleness, that Madame Roger and the Colonel exchanged softened looks; the young ladies were also moved, as much as pastry can be, and they all fixed upon Maurice their little black eyes, which had suddenly become so soft and tender that Amedee did not doubt but that they all had a sentimental feeling for Maurice, and thought him very fortunate to have the choice between three such pretty pieces for dessert.
How all loved this charming and graceful Maurice, and how well he knew how to make himself beloved! Later, when they served the champagne, he arose, glass in hand, and delivered a burlesque toast, finding some pleasant word for all his guests.