Come, come, let's be generous; I wish I was not so much of a lawyer: am I never to get that harness off my back?
Bless my soul! I'll begin to fall in love with Felicie, and I won't budge from that sentiment.

She will have a farm of four hundred and thirty acres, which, sooner or later, will be worth twelve or fifteen thousand francs a year, for the soil about Waignies is excellent.

Just let my old uncle des Racquets die, poor dear man, and I'll sell my practice and be a man of leisure, with fifty--thou--sand--francs--a--year.

My wife is a Claes, I'm allied to the great families.

The deuce! we'll see if those Courtevilles and Magalhens and Savaron de Savarus will refuse to come and dine with a Pierquin-Claes-Molina-Nourho.