They were waiting till they should be old enough to marry: Aunt Dide would remain with them.

Ah! if they had fled far away, very far away, to some unknown village, where the scamps of the Faubourg would no longer have been able to come and cast Chantegreil's crime in his daughter's face.

What peaceful bliss! They would have opened a wheelwright's workshop beside some high road.

No doubt, he cared little for his ambitions now; he no longer thought of coachmaking, of carriages with broad varnished panels as shiny as mirrors.

In the stupor of his despair he could not remember why his dream of bliss would never come to pass.