He was obliged reluctantly to return to the country to his father.

How squalid, poor, and wretched his parents' home seemed to him! The stagnation and sordidness of life in the country offended him at every step.

He was consumed with ennui.

Moreover, every one in the house, except his mother, looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

His father did not like his town manners, his swallow-tail coats, his frilled shirt-fronts, his books, his flute, his fastidious ways, in which he detected--not incorrectly--a disgust for his surroundings; he was for ever complaining and grumbling at his son.