So long shall it pleasure him!" Then, with a sudden seriousness, she folded the letter and, putting her hands behind her, looked up into her son's face.
"Well ?" she asked.

"What are you going to do ?" "Strange that he makes no mention of Valerie" said Marius pensively.
"Pooh! A Condillac thinks lightly of his women.

What are you going to do ?" His handsome countenance, so marvellously like her own, was overcast.

He looked gloomily at his mother for a moment; then with a slight twitch of the shoulders he turned and moved past her slowly in the direction of the hearth.

He leaned his elbow on the overmantel and rested his brow against his clenched right hand, and stood so awhile in moody thought.
She watched him, a frown between her arrogant eyes.
"Aye, ponder it," said she.