The discipline of the army will, at least, preserve him from that." "Could he not go into some other office?
His uncle Cardot has promised to pay for his substitute; Oscar is to dedicate his graduating thesis to him." At this moment carriage-wheels were heard, and a hackney-coach containing Oscar and all his worldly belongings stopped before the door.
The luckless young man came up at once.
"Ah! here you are, Monsieur Joli-Coeur!" cried Clapart.
Oscar kissed his mother, and held out to Moreau a hand which the latter refused to take.

To this rebuff Oscar replied by a reproachful look, the boldness of which he had never shown before.

Then he turned on Clapart.
"Listen to me, monsieur," said the youth, transformed into a man.

"You worry my poor mother devilishly, and that's your right, for she is, unfortunately, your wife.

But as for me, it is another thing.