Fools that we are, we send them there to teach them to rise above their fathers.

But they do nothing of the kind.

They think only of degrading themselves." "Father," interrupted the young man; "father, wait, at least, until we are alone!" "Monsieur d'Escorval is not a stranger." Chanlouineau evidently sided with the son, since he made repeated signs to M.Lacheneur to be silent.
Either he did not see them, or he pretended not to see them, for he continued: "I must have wearied you, Monsieur, by telling you again and again: 'I am pleased with my son.

He has a commendable ambition; he is working faithfully; he will succeed.' Ah! I was a poor, foolish father! The friend who carried Jean the order to return has enlightened me, to my sorrow.

This model young man you see here left the gaming-house only to run to public balls.