You ought to rest yourself.

At our age we ought to leave work to the young people." "Work! Ah yes, to be sure, work!" he stammered at last.

"Always plenty of work." He began to pull himself together, straightening up his bent figure and passing his hand, as was his wont, over his scant gray hair, of which a few locks strayed behind his ears.
"At what are you working as late as this ?" asked Mme du Joncquoy.

"I thought you were at the financial minister's reception ?" But the countess intervened with: "My father had to study the question of a projected law." "Yes, a projected law," he said; "exactly so, a projected law.

I shut myself up for that reason.