Where is she?
I want to see her, to embrace her, to tell her--" "She is dead, Monsieur! She died three months after she was married," "Ah! The Devil!" "In giving birth to a daughter--" "Where is my daughter?
I'd rather have had a son, but never mind! Where is she?
I want to see her, to embrace her, to tell her--" "Alas! She is no more! But I can conduct you to her tomb." "But how the Devil did you know her ?" "Because she married my brother!" "Without my consent?
But never mind! At least she left some children, didn't she ?" "Only one." "A son! He is my grandson!" "A daughter." "Never mind! She is my granddaughter! I'd rather have had a grandson, but where is she?
I want to see her, to embrace her, to tell her--" "Embrace away, Monsieur! Her name is Clementine: after her grandmother, and there she is!" "She! That accounts for the resemblance! But then I can't marry her! Never mind! Clementine! Come to my arms! Embrace your grandfather!" The poor child had not been able entirely to comprehend this rapid conversation, from which events had been falling like tiles, upon the head of the Colonel.

She had always heard M.Langevin spoken of as her maternal grandfather, and now she seemed to hear that her mother was the daughter of Fougas.

But she knew at the first words, that it was no longer possible for her to marry the Colonel, and that she would soon be married to Leon Renault.

It was, therefore, from an impulse of joy and gratitude that she flung herself into the arms of the young-old man.
"Ah, Monsieur!" said she, "I have always loved and respected you like a grandfather!" "And I, my poor child, have always behaved myself like an old beast! All men are brutes, and all women are angels.

You divined with the delicate instinct of your sex, that you owed me respect, and I, fool that I am, didn't divine anything at all! Whew! Without the venerable Aunt there, I'd have made a pretty piece of work!" "No," said the aunt.