And to think that we brought ourselves to poverty simply to give them a university education!" Then, as he drew breath, Felicite said to him softly: "You are forgetting Macquart." "Ah! yes; I was forgetting him," he resumed more violently than ever; "there's another whom I can't think of without losing all patience! But that's not all; you know little Silvere.

Well, I saw him at my mother's the other evening with his hands covered with blood.

He has put some gendarme's eye out.

I did not tell you of it, as I didn't want to frighten you.

But you'll see one of my nephews in the Assize Court.