I count upon you! you will exercise your influence, your powerful friends, your credit, to have this pitiful painter and this miscreant of a judge flung into some deep ditch, to teach them the respect due to a woman of my rank." The magistrate did not permit himself even to smile at this imperative demand.

He had heard many speeches as absurd issue from her lips without ever making fun of them.

Was she not Claire's grandmother?
for that alone he loved and venerated her.

He blessed her for her granddaughter, as an admirer of nature blesses heaven for the wild flower that delights him with its perfume.
The fury of the old lady was terrible; nor was it of short duration.

At the end of an hour, however, she was, or appeared to be, pacified.