He kept her floating between her heart and her moral sense, between religious sentiments and this mysterious passion.
During this time Felix Phellion was giving, with a devotion and constancy worthy of all praise, regular lessons to young Colleville.
He spent much of his time upon these lessons, feeling that he was thus working for his future family.

To acknowledge this service, he was invited, by advice of Theodose to Flavie, to dine at the Collevilles' every Thursday, where la Peyrade always met him.

Flavie was usually making either a purse or slippers or a cigar-case for the happy young man, who would say, deprecatingly:-- "I am only too well rewarded, madame, by the happiness I feel in being useful to you." "We are not rich, monsieur," replied Colleville, "but, God bless me! we are not ungrateful." Old Phellion would rub his hands as he listened to his son's account of these evenings, beholding his dear and noble Felix already wedded to Celeste.
But Celeste, the more she loved Felix, the more grave and serious she became with him; partly because her mother sharply lectured her, saying to her one evening:-- "Don't give any hope whatever to that young Phellion.

Neither your father nor I can arrange your marriage.

You have expectations to be consulted.