"Why, man, in another week we shall be out of Paris, and on our way south." "I hope so, Monsieur Philip, with all my heart I hope so; but I feel just as I used to do when I was a boy living in the woods, and I saw a thundercloud working up overhead.

I cannot tell you why I feel so.

It is something in the air.

I wish sir, oh, so much! that you would leave at once." "That I cannot do, Pierre.

I have no estates that demand my attention, no excuse whatever for going.