I'll take it at that," said, or rather bellowed by Cremiere.
"Well, we'll take what it's worth," said Zelie, sharply.
"Monsieur l'abbe," said the old man to the priest, who remained beside his friend after administering the communion, "help me to die in peace.
My heirs, like those of Cardinal Ximenes, are capable of pillaging the house before my death, and I have no monkey to revive me.

Go and tell them I will have none of them in my house." The priest and the doctor of the town went downstairs and repeated the message of the dying man, adding, in their indignation, strong words of their own.
"Madame Bougival," said the doctor, "close the iron gate and allow no one to enter; even the dying, it seems, can have no peace.

Prepare mustard poultices and apply them to the soles of Monsieur's feet." "Your uncle is not dead," said the abbe, "and he may live some time longer.

He wishes for absolute silence, and no one beside him but his niece.

What a difference between the conduct of that young girl and yours!" "Old hypocrite!" exclaimed Cremiere.