"It is by such considerations as you suggest that France is being lowered, and the bourgeoisie are bringing themselves into contempt." "My father is right," said Felix, coming out of a deep reverie.

"He deserves our respect and love; as he has throughout the whole course of his modest and honored life.

I would not owe my happiness either to remorse in his noble soul, or to a low political bargain.

I love Celeste as I love my own family; but, above all that, I place my father's honor, and since this question is a matter of conscience with him it must not be spoken of again." Phellion, with his eyes full of tears, went up to his eldest son and took him in his arms, saying, "My son! my son!" in a choking voice.
"All that is nonsense," whispered Madame Phellion in Madame Barniol's ear.

"Come and dress me; I shall make an end of this; I know your father; he has put his foot down now.