Adelaide calmly informed him of the sale of the property.

He flew into a rage, and even raised his hand against her.
The poor woman kept repeating: "Your brother has taken everything; it is understood that he will take care of you." At last he left her and ran off to see Pierre, whom he had previously informed of his return, and who was prepared to receive him in such a way as to put an end to the matter at the first word of abuse.
"Listen," the oil-dealer said to him, affecting distant coldness; "don't rouse my anger, or I'll turn you out.

As a matter of fact, I don't know you.

We don't bear the same name.

It's quite misfortune enough for me that my mother misconducted herself, without having her offspring coming here and insulting me.