As we are fond of him, this makes us really very unhappy.

The poor fellow has pledged the pension of his cross for the next three years; he is temporarily displaced from his office, and he has literally nothing.

He will kill himself, madame, unless we can put him into the private asylum of Doctor Dubois.

It is a decent hospital, where they will take him for ten francs a day.

Florentine and I will pay half, if you will pay the rest; it won't be for more than two months." "Monsieur, it is difficult for a mother not to be eternally grateful to you for your kindness to her son," replied Agathe; "but this son is banished from my heart, and as for money, I have none.