The doctor coquetted.

"That would be a robbery.

You take an interest in these things yourself--at least I hope so." The young rogue confessed modestly to the sentiment of entomology, but "the government worked him so hard as to leave him no hopes of shining in so high a science," said he sorrowfully.
The doctor pitied him.

"A young man of your attainments and tastes to be debarred from the everlasting secrets of nature, by the fleeting politics of the day." Riviere shrugged his shoulders.

"Somebody must do the dirty work," said he, chuckling inwardly.
The chrysalis went to Beaurepaire in the pocket of a grateful man, who that same evening told the whole party his conversation with young Riviere, on whom he pronounced high encomiums.