Sambucco, with the young and terrible grandpapa; she tried to impress upon him that he was but twenty-four years old, that he would be getting married some day, and that his property belonged to his future family.
"I do not wish," said she, "that your children should accuse me of having robbed them.

Keep your millions for my little uncles and aunts!" But for once, Fougas would not yield an inch.
"Are you mocking me ?" he said to Clementine.

"Do you think that I will be guilty of the folly of marrying now?
I do not promise you to live like a monk of La Trappe, but at my age, a man put together like I am can find enough to talk to around the garrisons without marrying anybody.

Mars does not borrow the torch of Hymen to light the little aberrations of Venus! Why does man ever tie himself in matrimonial bonds ?...

For the sake of being a father.