As for Professor Valeyon, if his thoughts had been in a tumult, like the elements, might they not become quiet again also?
"After all," said the old gentleman to himself, "it's not the young fellow's fault.

If his father was a heartless scoundrel, it doesn't follow that he knows it.

Well, the man is dead--it can't be helped now, that's certain.

But what a cunningly-contrived plot it is! Shuts my mouth by confiding to me the _incognito_ and sending me the son to educate; destroys the last hope of setting an old wrong right; takes advantage, for base ends, of the deepest feelings of human hearts: not to speak of preventing the young man himself from being party to a noble and generous action.

Did ever man carry such a load down to the grave! "Suppose Margaret--no! it isn't likely she would know any thing about it.