What will become of you if you are put in prison?
Will you soil your white hairs and the name of Claes with the disgrace of bankruptcy?
I will not allow it.

I shall have strength to oppose your madness; it would be dreadful to see you without bread in your old age.

Open your eyes to our position; see reason at last!" "Madness!" cried Balthazar, struggling to his feet.

He fixed his luminous eyes upon his daughter, crossed his arms on his breast, and repeated the word "Madness!" so majestically that Marguerite trembled.
"Ah!" he cried, "your mother would never have uttered that word to me.
She was not ignorant of the importance of my researches; she learned a science to understand me; she recognized that I toiled for the human race; she knew there was nothing sordid or selfish in my aims.

The feelings of a loving wife are higher, I see it now, than filial affection.