He is a young man, hard as an iron bar, eager for work, ferociously active.
His name is Desroches.

I'll offer him our business on condition that he takes Oscar as a pupil; and I'll ask him to let the boy live with him at nine hundred francs a year, of which I will pay three, so that your son will cost you only six hundred francs, without his living, in future.
If the boy ever means to become a man it can only be under a discipline like that.

He'll come out of that office, notary, solicitor, or barrister, as he may elect." "Come, Oscar; thank our kind Monsieur Moreau, and don't stand there like a stone post.

All young men who commit follies have not the good fortune to meet with friends who still take an interest in their career, even after they have been injured by them." "The best way to make your peace with me," said Moreau, pressing Oscar's hand, "is to work now with steady application, and to conduct yourself in future properly.".