"Very good.

You have sometimes chattered about things that are done here," continued the father, fixing his eyes, dangerous as those of a wild-cat, on the boy.
"Now remember this; if you tell the least little thing that happens here to Gaucher, or to the Grouage and Bellache people, or even to Marianne who loves us, you will kill your father.

Never tattle again, and I will forgive what you said yesterday." The child began to cry.

"Don't cry; but when any one questions you, say, as the peasants do, 'I don't know.' There are persons roaming about whom I distrust.

Run along! As for you two," he added, turning to the women, "you have heard what I said.