Though you no longer possess my confidence, endeavor to behave with the decorum of well-bred persons.

As for that miserable boy who has wounded me to death, I will not have him sleep at Presles; send him to the inn; I will not answer for my own temper if I see him." "I do not deserve such gentleness, monseigneur," said Moreau, with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, you are right; if I had been utterly dishonest I should now be worth five hundred thousand francs instead of half that sum.

I offer to give you an account of my fortune, with all its details.
But let me tell you, monseigneur, that in talking of you with Madame Clapart, it was never in derision; but, on the contrary, to deplore your state, and to ask her for certain remedies, not used by physicians, but known to the common people.

I spoke of your feelings before the boy, who was in his bed and, as I supposed, asleep (it seems he must have been awake and listening to us), with the utmost affection and respect.
Alas! fate wills that indiscretions be punished like crimes.