I don't want to say anything against your brother Francois; but, if I were in your place, I shouldn't like the scurvy manner in which he treats you.

He earns a heap of money at Marseilles, and yet he never sends you a paltry twenty-franc pierce for pocket money.

If ever you become poor, I shouldn't advise you to look to him for anything." "I've no need of anybody," the young man replied in a proud and slightly injured tone of voice.

"My own work suffices for aunt Dide and myself.
You're cruel, uncle." "I only say what's true, that's all.

I should like to open your eyes.
Our family is a disreputable lot; it's sad but true.