He wasted twenty thousand francs at Paris on a woman who kicked up her legs in the middle of a quadrille.

We ourselves spent more than two thousand thalers a year for our wicked scapegrace.

His death is a great saving, and therefore a good thing!" As long as the three coffins of Fougas were in the house, the good dame scolded at the visions and restlessness of her husband.

"What in the name of sense are you thinking about?
You've been kicking me all night again.

Let's throw this ragamuffin of a Frenchman into the fire; then he'll no longer disturb the repose of a peaceable family.