Antoine, unable to resist the temptation of having something nice to eat, sent her to get a roast chicken from an eating-house in the Faubourg.

When it was set on the table: "Hey!" he said to her, "you don't often eat fowl, do you?
It's only for those who work, and know how to manage their affairs.

As for you, you always squandered everything.

I bet you're giving all your savings to that little hypocrite, Silvere.

He's got a mistress, the sly fellow.