You must obey me implicitly." "What have you been plotting there ?" Felicite asked inquisitively.
"My dear mother," Eugene replied with a smile, "you have had too little faith in me thitherto to induce me to confide in you my hopes, particularly as at present they are only based on probabilities.

To be able to understand me you would require faith.

However, father will inform you when the right time comes." Then, as Felicite assumed the demeanour of a woman who feels somewhat piqued, he added in her ear, as he kissed her once more: "I take after you, although you disowned me.

Too much intelligence would be dangerous at the present moment.

When the crisis comes, it is you who will have to manage the business." He then quitted the room, but, suddenly re-opening the door, exclaimed in an imperious tone: "Above all things, do not trust Aristide; he is a mar-all, who would spoil everything.