If, moreover, you shouldn't like the profession, you might enter the office of my son the notary, and eventually succeed him.

Therefore, work, patience, discretion, honesty,--those are your landmarks." "God grant that you may live thirty years longer to see your fifth child realizing all we expect from him," cried Madame Clapart, seizing uncle Cardot's hand and pressing it with a gesture that recalled her youth.
"Now come to breakfast," replied the kind old man, leading Oscar by the ear.
During the meal uncle Cardot observed his nephew without appearing to do so, and soon saw that the lad knew nothing of life.
"Send him here to me now and then," he said to Madame Clapart, as he bade her good-bye, "and I'll form him for you." This visit calmed the anxieties of the poor mother, who had not hoped for such brilliant success.

For the next fortnight she took Oscar to walk daily, and watched him tyrannically.

This brought matters to the end of October.

One morning as the poor household was breakfasting on a salad of herring and lettuce, with milk for a dessert, Oscar beheld with terror the formidable ex-steward, who entered the room and surprised this scene of poverty.
"We are now living in Paris--but not as we lived at Presles," said Moreau, wishing to make known to Madame Clapart the change in their relations caused by Oscar's folly.