Don't you remember Max's treachery to the poor lad ?" "Bah! nothing but an artist," said Renard.
"But the real question is about the old man's property," said a third.
"They say Monsieur Gilet was laying hands on fifty thousand francs a year, when the colonel turned him out of his uncle's house." "Gilet rob a man! Come, don't say that to any one but me, Monsieur Canivet," cried Potel.

"If you do, I'll make you swallow your tongue,--and without any sauce." Every household in town offered prayers for the honorable Colonel Bridau..