However they call me the rival of the Sleeping Colonel in the Wood." "Let the fools prate!" responded Clementine, with an angelic smile.

"I do not trouble myself to explain my affection for poor Fougas, but I love him very much, that's certain.

I love him as a father, as a brother, if you prefer it, for he is almost as young as I.When we have resuscitated him, I will love him, perhaps, as a son; but you will lose nothing by it, dear Leon.

You have in my heart a place by itself, the best too, and no one shall take it from you, not even _he_." This lovers' quarrel, which often began, and always ended with a kiss, was one day interrupted by a visit from the commissioner of police.
This honorable functionary politely declined to give his name and business, and requested the favor of a private interview with young Renault.
"Monsieur," said he, when he saw him alone, "I appreciate all the consideration due to a man of your character and position, and I hope you will see fit not to interpret unpleasantly a proceeding which is prompted in me by a sense of duty." Leon opened his eyes and waited for the continuation of the discourse.
"You are aware, Monsieur," pursued the Commissioner, "of what is required by the law concerning interments.

It is express, and admits no exception.