He is so little ill that he is coming here to dinner this evening.

Now, monsieur, I could pardon you having made two hundred and fifty thousand francs out of your situation in seventeen years,--I can understand that.

You might each time have asked me for what you took, and I would have given it to you; but let that pass.

You have been, notwithstanding this disloyalty, better than others, as I believe.

But that you, who knew my toil for our country, for France, you have seen me giving night after night to the Emperor's service, and working eighteen hours of each twenty-four for months together, you who knew my love for Madame de Serizy,--that you should have gossiped about me before a boy! holding up my secrets and my affections to the ridicule of a Madame Husson!--" "Monseigneur!" "It is unpardonable.