You've been in low spirits ever since our election, Denzil." "Nothing strange in that, ma'm'selle.

I've been thinking of him that's gone." "You mean Monsieur Barouche, eh ?" "Not of M'sieu' Barouche, but of the father to the man that beat M'sieu' Barouche." "Why should you be thinking so much of John Grier these days ?" "Isn't it the right time?
His son that he threw off without a penny has proved himself as big a man as his father--ah, surelee! M'sieu' left behind him a will that gave all he had to a stranger.

His own son was left without a sou.

There he is now," he added, nodding towards the street.
Junia saw Carnac making his way towards her house.

"Well, I'll talk with him," she said, and her face flushed.