Sidonie was the best of women, a little love of a wife, who conferred much honor upon him.
They had a charming home.

They went into society, very select society.
The little one sang like a nightingale, thanks to Madame Dobson's expressive method.

By the way, this Madame Dobson was another most excellent creature.

There was just one thing that disturbed poor Risler, that was his incomprehensible misunderstanding with Sigismond.

Perhaps Frantz could help him to clear up that mystery.
"Oh! yes, I will help you, brother," replied Frantz through his clenched teeth; and an angry flush rose to his brow at the idea that any one could have suspected the open-heartedness, the loyalty, that were displayed before him in all their artless spontaneity.