When your father was twenty-five, he was precious wild.

Ask your father, if you do not believe me." At this moment the wagon passed the cross road, and Norbert pulled up.
"I cannot thank you enough, Marquis," said the Counsellor as he alighted with difficulty; "but if you would condescend to come and taste my brandy, I would esteem it a great honor." Norbert hesitated for an instant: his reasoning powers urged him to decline the offer, but he refused to listen to them, and, fastening his horses to a tree, he followed Daumon down the by-road.

The cottage was an excellent one, and extremely well furnished.

A woman, who acted as Daumon's housekeeper, served the refreshments.

The office--for he called his room an office, just as if he was a professional man--was a strange-looking place.