The Colonel would assume the gruffest possible voice, and then his heart would overflow with tenderness, and he would cry like a child.
These familiarities added nothing to the happiness of Leon Renault; I even think that they slightly tempered his joy.

Yet he certainly did not doubt either the love of his betrothed or the honor of Fougas.

He was forced to admit that between a grandfather and his granddaughter such little liberties are natural and proper and could justly offend no one.
But the situation was so new and so unusual that he needed a little time to adapt his feelings to it, and forget his chagrin.

This grandfather, for whom he had paid five-hundred francs, whose ear he had broken, for whom he had bought a burial-place in the Fontainebleau cemetery: this ancestor younger than himself, whom he had seen drunk, whom he had found agreeable, then dangerous, then insupportable: this venerable head of the family who had begun by demanding Clementine's hand and ended by pitching his future grandson into the heliotropes, could not all at once obtain unmingled respect and unreserved affection.
M.and Mme.

Renault exhorted their son to submission and deference.