His nephew, who knew it by heart, and all the variations with which he embellished it, listened to him rather impatiently.
"If you were a man," Antoine would say in conclusion, "you would come some day with me, and we would kick up a nice row at the Rougons.

We would not leave without having some money given us." Silvere, however, grew serious, and frankly replied: "If those wretches robbed us, so much the worse for them.

I don't want their money.

You see, uncle, it's not for us to fall on our relatives.

If they've done wrong, well, one of these days they'll be severely punished for it." "Ah! what a big simpleton you are!" the uncle cried.