You will make yourself ill." "We are all mortal," affirmed Grivet.
"Your tears will not restore your son to you," sententiously observed Olivier.
"Do not cause us pain, I beg you," murmured Suzanne.
And as Madame Raquin sobbed louder, unable to restrain her tears, Michaud resumed: "Come, come, have a little courage.

You know we come here to give you some distraction.

Then do not let us feel sad.

Let us try to forget.

We are playing two sous a game.