They were all vauriens; all as handsome as you can think, and all died, not in their beds.
Your grandfather killed a man, your father drank and killed a man.

Your grandfather drove his wife to her grave, your father broke your mother's heart.

Why should you break the heart of any girl in the world?
Leave her alone.

Is it love to a woman when you break all the commandments, and shame her and bring her down to where you are--a bad vaurien?
When a man loves a woman with the true love, he will try to do good for her sake.

Go back to that crazy New York--it is the place for you.
Ma'm'selle Christine is not for you." "Who is she for, m'sieu' le dev' ?" "Perhaps for the English Irishman," answered Shangois, in a low suggestive tone, as he dropped a little brandy in his tea with light fingers.
"Ah, sacre! we shall see.