Who has given you this right ?" From Martial's sneering tone, Maurice was certain that he had overheard, at least a part of, his conversation with Marie-Anne.
"My right," he replied, "is that of friendship.

If I tell you that your advances are unwelcome, it is because I know that Monsieur Lacheneur will accept nothing from you.

No, nothing, under whatever guise you may offer these alms which you tender merely to appease your own conscience.
He will never forgive the affront which is his honor and your shame.

Ah! you thought to degrade him, Messieurs de Sairmeuse! and you have lifted him far above your mock grandeur.

_He_ receive anything from you! Go; learn that your millions will never give you a pleasure equal to the ineffable joy he will feel, when seeing you roll by in your carriage, he says to himself: 'Those people owe everything to me!'" His burning words vibrated with such intensity of feeling that Marie-Anne could not resist the impulse to press his hand; and this gesture was his revenge upon Martial, who turned pale with passion.
"But I have still another right," continued Maurice.