But I feel a little sad when I look forward.

You and Marie will both be gone; and your stepmother's friend, M.le Cure Gondin, does not make much society for me.

I sometimes think, when I am smoking a pipe up here all alone, that this is the best of it all;--it will be when Marie has gone.' If his father thus thought of it, why did he send Marie away?
If he thus thought of it, why had he sent his son away?
Had it not already been within his power to keep both of them there together under his roof-tree?
He had insisted on dividing them, and dismissing them from Granpere, one in one direction, and the other in another;--and then he complained of being alone! Surely his father was altogether unreasonable.

'And now one can't even get tobacco that is worth smoking,' continued Michel, in a melancholy tone.

'There used to be good tobacco, but I don't know where it has all gone.' 'I can send you over a little prime tobacco from Colmar, father.' 'I wish you would, George.