"Perhaps I don't know French, and I'll ask it in good Burgundian; as long as I get the money, I don't care, I'll talk Latin: 'latinus, latina, latinum'! Besides, twenty francs is what you promised me this morning.

My children have already stolen the silver you gave me; I wept about it, coming along,--ask Charles if I didn't.

Not that I'd arrest 'em for the value of ten francs and have 'em up before the judge, no! But just as soon as I earn a few pennies, they make me drink and get 'em out of me.

Ah! it is hard, hard to be reduced to go and get my wine elsewhere.

But just see what children are these days! That's what we got by the Revolution; it is all for the children now-a-days, and parents are suppressed.
I'm bringing up Mouche on another tack; he loves me, the little scamp,"-- giving his grandson a poke.
"It seems to me you are making him a little thief, like all the rest," said Sibilet; "he never lies down at night without some sin on his conscience." "Ha! Monsieur Sibilet, his conscience is as clean as yours any day! Poor child! what can he steal?
A little grass! that's better than throttling a man! He don't know mathematics like you, nor subtraction, nor addition, nor multiplication,--you are very unjust to us, that you are! You call us a nest of brigands, but you are the cause of the misunderstandings between our good landlord here, who is a worthy man, and the rest of us, who are all worthy men,--there ain't an honester part of the country than this.