You will see, after these papers are read, whether you can still trifle with me,--still trifle with family laws by betraying the secrets of this house, and reporting to a Monsieur Maxence Gilet what is said and what is done here.

For three thousand francs, you became spies; for ten thousand, you would, no doubt, become assassins.

You did almost kill Madame Bridau; for Monsieur Gilet knew very well it was Fario who stabbed him when he threw the crime upon my guest, Monsieur Joseph Bridau.

If that jail-bird did so wicked an act, it was because you told him what Madame Bridau meant to do.

You, my grandsons, the spies of such a man! You, house-breakers and marauders! Don't you know that your worthy leader killed a poor young woman, in 1806?
I will not have assassins and thieves in my family.