"You will see them coming home along the place Saint-Jean, at two or three o'clock in the morning, as tipsy as champagne-corks, and in company with Gilet--" "That's why the scamps keep so sober at home!" cried Monsieur Hochon.
"Fario has told me all about their nocturnal proceedings," resumed Philippe; "without him, I should never have suspected them.

My uncle is held down under an absolute thraldom, if I may judge by certain things which the Spaniard has heard Max say to your boys.

I suspect Max and the Rabouilleuse of a scheme to make sure of the fifty thousand francs' income from the Funds, and then, after pulling that feather from their pigeon's wing, to run away, I don't know where, and get married.

It is high time to know what is going on under my uncle's roof, but I don't see how to set about it." "I will think of it," said the old man.
They separated, for several persons were now approaching.
Never, at any time in his life, did Jean-Jacques suffer as he had done since the first visit of his nephew Philippe.

Flore was terrified by the presentiment of some evil that threatened Max.