And his great-great-uncle might have been Jules Second, Pie Fifth, Hildebrand; he would have sold all just the same!...

He can not deceive himself! He has heard the suit against that man spoken of! He knows whence come those millions! He has heard their family, their lives spoken of! And he has not been inspired with too great a horror to accept the gold of that adventurer.

Does he not know what a name is?
Our name! It is ourselves, our honor, in the mouths, in the thoughts, of others! How happy I am, Dorsenne, to have been fifty-two years of age last month.

I shall be gone before having seen what you will see, the agony of all the aristocrats and royalties.
It was only in blood that they fell! But they do not fall.

Alas! They fix themselves upon the ground, which is the saddest of all.