I am weary, Monsieur le Comte; weary of your dissipations, your carousals, your companions; I am weary of your continued disrespect." "Monsieur, you never taught me to respect you," quietly, the flush gone from his cheeks.
The marquis nodded toward his wife's portrait, as if to say: "You see, Madame ?" To his son he said: "If you can not respect me as your father, at least you might respect my age." "Ah; honest age is always worthy of respect.

But is yours honest, Monsieur?
Have you not aged yourself ?" The marquis grew thoughtful at the conflict in view.

"Monsieur, when I asked you to marry Mademoiselle de Montbazon, I forgot to say that she was not my daughter, but legally and legitimately the daughter of her father, the Duc de Montbazon." This curious turn threw the Chevalier into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

The marquis waited patiently.
"I had no such thought.

But your suggestion, had it occurred, might naturally have appealed to me.