After all, what are we giving up but an old barrack?
Let the rascal blues burn it; cannot we build a better Durbelliere when the King shall have his own again ?" "Ah, Henri!" said the Marquis.

It was the only reproach he uttered, though the words of his son, intended as they were to excite hope, and to give comfort, had been to him most distasteful.
Henri was in a moment at his father's feet.

"Pardon me, father!" said he; "you know that I did not mean to give you pain.

We all love the old house--none of us so well as you perhaps; but we all love it; yet what can we do?
Were we to remain here, we should only be smothered beneath its ashes." "God's will be done, my son.

He knows that I do not begrudge my house in his service, and in that of my royal master.