"You are doing wrong, monsieur.

I'm only a poor servant-woman, and you may say I have no right to poke my nose into your affairs; but I do say you may search through all the women in the world, like that king in holy Scripture, and you won't find the equal of Madame.

You ought to kiss the ground she steps on.

Goodness! if you make her unhappy, you'll only spoil your own life.

There she is, poor thing, with her eyes full of tears." Vedie left the poor man utterly cast down; he dropped into an armchair and gazed into vacancy like the melancholy imbecile that he was, and forgot to shave.