He a count indeed! the son of a man who has carried a hod for years!" "Young people will be young people," Andre ventured to observe; but the old man's wrath would not be assuaged by a platitude like this.
"You can find no excuse for him, only the fellow is absolutely ashamed of his father.

He consorts with titled fools and is in the seventh heaven if a waiter addresses him as 'Count,' not seeing that it is not he that is treated with respect, but the gold pieces of his old father, the working man." Andre's position was now a most painful one, and he would have given a good deal not to be the recipient of a confidence which was the result of anger.
"He is only twenty, and yet see what a wreck he is," resumed Gandelu.
"His eyes are dim, and he is getting bald; he stoops, and spends his nights in drink and bad company.

I have, however, only myself to blame, for I have been far too lenient; and if he had asked me for my head, I believe that I should have given it to him.

He had only to ask and have.
After my wife's death, I had only the boy.

Do you know what he has in this house?
Why, rooms fit for a prince, two servants and four horses.