How Paris will laugh!" He gazed around, dimly noting the havoc.

He rose, the sword still in his grasp.

"What! the marquis so many times a father, to die without legal issue ?" The marquis raised his cane to strike, so great was his passion and chagrin; but palsy seized his arm.
"Drunken fool!" he roared; "be bastard, then; play drunken fool to the end!" "Who was my mother ?" "Find that out yourself, drunkard! Never from me shall you know!" "It is just as well." The Chevalier took from his pocket his purse.

He cast it contemptuously at his father's feet.
"The last of the gold you gave me.

Now, Monsieur, listen.