When he loses twenty francs at billiards he would murder Rigou to get them back.

He loves a crime as he does a pleasure." "I have seen enough for to-day; take me home, gentlemen," murmured the countess, putting her hand on Emile's arm.
She bowed sadly to Madame Michaud, after watching La Pechina safely back to the pavilion.

Olympe's depression was transferred to her mistress.
"Ah, madame," said the abbe, as they continued their way, "can it be that the difficulty of doing good is about to deter you?
For the last five years I have slept on a pallet in a parsonage which has no furniture; I say mass in a church without believers; I preach to no hearers; I minister without fees or salary; I live on the six hundred francs the law allows me, asking nothing of my bishop, and I give the third of that in charity.

Still, I am not hopeless.

If you knew what my winters are in this place you would understand the strength of those words,--I am not hopeless.