If Mlle.

Lacheneur had made him forget Mlle.

de Courtornieu that morning for some moments, the remembrance of Marie-Anne was now effaced by the radiant image of Blanche.
"Before discussing the daughter," resumed the duke, "let us speak of the father.

He is one of my strongest friends; and I know him thoroughly.
You have heard men reproach me for what they style my prejudices, have you not?
Well, in comparison with the Marquis de Courtornieu, I am only a Jacobin." "Oh! my father!" "Really, nothing could be more true.

If I am behind the age in which I live, he belongs to the reign of Louis XIV.