That was nothing.

And the rest has been the happiest time in my life.

I have only pleased myself, after all!" "What gratitude did you owe me ?" "What gratitude?
For what you did for my father." "I have only seen your father once in my life--at your table at the dance supper, that night." "Listen.

My father is a gentle old man with white hair and kind eyes.
You saw my uncle, that night; he has been as good to me as a father, since I was seven years old, and he gave me his name by law and I lived with him.

My father came to see me once a year; I never came to see him.
He always told me everything was well with him; that his life was happy.
Once he lost the little he had left to him in the world, his only way of making his living.