"He can't escape from us any more than the cockchafer can from the string that a child has fastened to it.

Do you not understand weak natures like his?
He is the glove, I the strong hand beneath it." The doctor did not argue this point, but merely murmured,-- "Let us hope that it is so." "Should we have any opposition," resumed Mascarin, "it will come from Catenac.

I may be able to force him into co-operation with us, but his heart will not be in the enterprise." "Do you propose to bring Catenac into this affair ?" asked Hortebise in great surprise.
"Assuredly." "Why have you changed your plan ?" "Simply because I have recognized the fact that, if we dispensed with his services, we should be entirely at the mercy of a shrewd man of business, because----" He broke off, listened for a moment, and then said,-- "Hush! I can hear his footstep." A dry cough was heard outside, and in another moment Catenac entered the room.
Nature, or profound dissimulation, had gifted Catenac with an exterior which made every one, when first introduced to him, exclaim, "This is an honest and trustworthy man." Catenac always looked his clients boldly in the face.

His voice was pleasant, and had a certain ring of joviality in it, and his manner was one of those easy ones which always insure popularity.

He was looked upon as a shrewd lawyer; but yet he did not shine in court.