He alone remembered her son, he alone still spoke of him in a trembling and affected voice.

She dried her eyes, gazing at the young man with infinite tenderness, and feeling that she loved him as her own child.
One Thursday evening, Michaud and Grivet were already in the dining-room, when Laurent coming in, approached Therese, and with gentle anxiety inquired after her health.

He seated himself for a moment beside her, performing for the edification of the persons present, his part of an alarmed and affectionate friend.

As the young couple sat close together, exchanging a few words, Michaud, who was observing them, bent down, and said in a low voice to the old mercer, as he pointed to Laurent: "Look, there is the husband who will suit your niece.

Arrange this marriage quickly.