That would be nothing! I could make a fortune for her later; but I am dishonored! I cannot live under dishonor--" "You will not be dishonored if it is paid back.

To be sure, you will lose your place, and you will only have the five hundred francs a year from your cross; but you can live on five hundred francs." "Farewell!" said Philippe, running rapidly downstairs, and not waiting to hear another word.
Joseph left his studio and went down to breakfast with his mother; but Philippe's confession had taken away his appetite.

He took Madame Descoings aside and told her the terrible news.

The old woman made a frightened exclamation, let fall the saucepan of milk she had in her hand, and flung herself into a chair.

Agathe rushed in; from one exclamation to another the mother gathered the fatal truth.
"He! to fail in honor! the son of Bridau to take the money that was trusted to him!" The widow trembled in every limb; her eyes dilated and then grew fixed; she sat down and burst into tears.
"Where is he ?" she cried amid the sobs.