"At last!" said Marcel, "now I know where we are. But Julien? Why do you bear Julien a grudge, for he wasn't born at the time of your grievance?"
"I don't bear Julien a grudge; but he is his mother's son, and I am sure that he hates me."
"Upon my honor, Julien knows nothing of what you have told me, and he knows you only by your conduct of late. Do you think that he can possibly approve it? Shouldn't you have redeemed his mother's house, when he swore by all that is most sacred that he would devote his life to the p*****t of his debt to you?"
"A fine security, the life of a painter! Where did painting land his father, who was famous?"
"And suppose you had lost a matter of fifty thousand francs, you who certainly have more than——"
"Hush! you should never mention the amount of a man's f
