I'm to be a notary; I shall be rich.

Ha! ha! the poor Butscha may become the rich Butscha.

You don't know what audacity there is in this abortion," he cried.
With that he gave himself a resounding blow on the cavity of his chest and took up a position before the fireplace, after casting a glance at Modeste, which slipped like a ray of light between his heavy half-closed eyelids.

He perceived, in this unexpected incident, a chance of interrogating the heart of his sovereign.

Dumay thought for a moment that the clerk dared to aspire to Modeste, and he exchanged a rapid glance with the others, who understood him, and began to eye the little man with a species of terror mingled with curiosity.
"I, too, have my dreams," said Butscha, not taking his eyes from Modeste.
The young girl lowered her eyelids with a movement that was a revelation to the young man.
"You love romance," he said, addressing her.