"But, don't you see, the Bourbons can't be overthrown; all Europe is backing them; and you ought to try to make your peace with the war department,--you could do that readily enough if you were rich.

To get rich, you and your brother, you must lay hold of your uncle.

If you will take the trouble to manage an affair which needs great cleverness, patience, and caution, you have enough work before you to occupy your five years." "No, no," cried Philippe, "I must take the bull by the horns at once.
This Maxence may alter the investment of the property and put it in that woman's name; and then all would be lost." "Monsieur Hochon is a good adviser, and sees clearly; consult him.

You have your orders from the police; I have taken your place in the Orleans diligence for half-past seven o'clock this evening.

I suppose your trunk is ready; so, now come and dine." "I own nothing but what I have got on my back," said Philippe, opening his horrible blue overcoat; "but I only need three things, which you must tell Giroudeau, the uncle of Finot, to send me,--my sabre, my sword, and my pistols." "You need more than that," said the lawyer, shuddering as he looked at his client.