It was not long: forty-eight hours, all alone, on bread and water, cooled his hot stomach.

'Tell my father I am his humble servant,' says he, 'and let me into the sun once more--the sun is worth all the wenches in the world.'" "Oh, the cruelty of men!" sighed Catherine.
"As to that, the burgomaster has no choice: it is the law.

And if a father says, 'Burgomaster, lock up my son,' he must do it.

A fine thing it would be if a father might not lock up his own son." "Well, well! it won't come to that with me and my son.

He never disobeyed me in his life: he never shall, Where is he?
It is past supper-time.