And one of these days, if I die-ah! we must expect it--the burden of my grief is too heavy for me to bear, it crushes me! Well, my child, if I die, promise me to be indulgent to my memory, and when you think of your father only say: 'He was very unhappy!'" Amedee shed tears upon his father's shoulder, who softly stroked his son's beautiful hair with his trembling hands.
"My father, my good father!" sobbed Amedee, "I love and respect you with all my heart.

I will dress myself quickly and we will go to the office together; we will return the same way and dine like a pair of good friends.

I beg of you, do not ask me to leave you to-day!" But M.Violette suddenly arose as if he had formed some resolution.
"No, Amedee," said he, firmly.

"I have said what I had to say to you, and you will remember it.

That is sufficient.