Go and amuse yourself this evening with your friends.

Sadness is dangerous at your age.

As for myself, I shall go to dine with Pere Bastide, who has just received his pension, and has invited me more than twenty times to come and see his little house at Grand Montrouge.

It is understood; I wish it.

Now then, wipe your eyes and kiss me." Having tenderly embraced his son, M.Violette left the room.