He ran rapidly up the three flights and rushed into his studio.

"God be praised!" he ejaculated.

"He is, what he always has been, a vile scoundrel." Agathe, who had followed Joseph, did not understand what he was saying; but when her son explained what had happened, she stood still, with the tears in her eyes.
"Have I but one son ?" she said in a broken voice.
"We have never yet degraded him to the eyes of strangers," said Joseph; "but we must now warn the concierge.

In future we shall have to keep the keys ourselves.

I'll finish his blackguard face from memory; there's not much to do to it." "Leave it as it is; it will pain me too much ever to look at it," answered the mother, heart-stricken and stupefied at such wickedness.
Philippe had been told how the money for this copy was to be expended; moreover he knew the abyss into which he would plunge his brother through the loss of the Rubens; but nothing restrained him.