"And who is M. Onésime? Onésime, Onésime,—I have heard the name before, it seems to me."
"M. Onésime is Suzanne's nephew."
"Ah, yes, I recollect now. She has often spoken of him. He is the son of the sister she lost a couple of years ago."
"Yes, my dear father, he is an orphan. He had a government clerkship at Lille, but he was obliged to give that up, and as he could not secure any other situation there, Suzanne sent for him to come here and stay until he could find something to do."
"What, he is here?"
"Yes, father."
"He is living here in this house?"
"He has been living here for the last two months."
"Why are you blushing again?"
"But I am not blushing, father, I assure you."