"I have an idea! I'll save your inheritance! Let us go and breakfast gayly with Madame Minoret." We can well imagine the alacrity with which the heirs followed the notary to the post house.

Goupil, who accompanied his friend Desire, locked arm in arm with him, whispered something in the youth's ear with an odious smile.
"What do I care ?" answered the son of the house, shrugging his shoulders.

"I am madly in love with Florine, the most celestial creature in the world." "Florine! and who may she be ?" demanded Goupil.

"I'm too fond of you to let you make a goose of yourself wish such creatures." "Florine is the idol of the famous Nathan; my passion is wasted, I know that.

She has positively refused to marry me." "Sometimes those girls who are fools with their bodies are wise with their heads," responded Goupil.
"If you could but see her--only once," said Desire, lackadaisically, "you wouldn't say such things." "If I saw you throwing away your whole future for nothing better than a fancy," said Goupil, with a warmth which might even have deceived his master, "I would break your doll as Varney served Amy Robsart in 'Kenilworth.' Your wife must be a d'Aiglement or a Mademoiselle du Rouvre, and get you made a deputy.