My dear boy, tell me, are you mad?
Oh, think of my poor unhappy Claude, what he did, and what he must have suffered!" "I know what he did.

I do not know what he suffered.

My case, however, is different from his.

I am not engaged to any one." "Arnold, think of the great scheme of life I have drawn out for you.
My dear boy, would you throw that all away ?" She laid her hands upon his arm and looked in his eyes with a pitiful gaze.

He took her hands in his.
"My dear, every man must shape his life for himself, or must live out the life shaped for him by his fate, not by his friends.