Remember me to Mariette and all our friends.
Agathe, informed by Madame Hochon of what had happened, rushed to Issoudun, and was received by her brother, who gave her Philippe's former room.

The poor mother's tenderness for the worthless son revived in all its maternal strength; a few happy days were hers at last, as she listened to the praises which the whole town bestowed upon her hero.
"After all, my child," said Madame Hochon on the day of her arrival, "youth must have its fling.

The dissipations of a soldier under the Empire must, of course, be greater than those of young men who are looked after by their fathers.

Oh! if you only knew what went on here at night under that wretched Max! Thanks to your son, Issoudun now breathes and sleeps in peace.

Philippe has come to his senses rather late; he told us frankly that those three months in the Luxembourg sobered him.
Monsieur Hochon is delighted with his conduct here; every one thinks highly of it.