"Hold your tongues, you fools! You'd let yourselves be twisted about like children.

They'd all like to see me dead.

When I'm ill again, I beg you not to go and fetch my nephew, for I didn't feel at all comfortable in his hands.

He's only a twopenny-halfpenny doctor, and hasn't got a decent patient in all his practice." When once Macquart was fully launched, he could not stop.

"It's like that little viper, Aristide," he would say, "a false brother, a traitor.
Are you taken in by his articles in the 'Independant,' Silvere?
You would be a fine fool if you were.