He'll live a hundred years.

Poor father! I should so much have liked to install him in one of these little houses, last summer.

But I could not get him to consent; he's determined not to leave Rome; he's afraid, perhaps, that it might be taken away from him during his absence." Then the young Count burst into a laugh, quite merry at the thought of jeering at the heroic but no longer fashionable age of independence.

And afterwards he said, "My father was speaking of you again only yesterday, Monsieur l'Abbe.

He is astonished that he has not seen you lately." This distressed Pierre, for he had begun to regard Orlando with respectful affection.