Maximilian smiled.

"I know, father, you are the most honorable man I have ever known." "Good, my son.

And now there is no more to be said; go and rejoin your mother and sister." "My father," said the young man, bending his knee, "bless me!" Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands, drew him forward, and kissing his forehead several times said, "Oh, yes, yes, I bless you in my own name, and in the name of three generations of irreproachable men, who say through me, 'The edifice which misfortune has destroyed, providence may build up again.' On seeing me die such a death, the most inexorable will have pity on you.

To you, perhaps, they will accord the time they have refused to me.

Then do your best to keep our name free from dishonor.