"Oh, I am not ambitious, father, even in my dreams."
"Is that really so, my child?"
"It is indeed, father. My desires are very modest. Luxury and display have no charms for me. I dreamed last night that I was spending my life with you,—with you and dear Suzanne, and with Segoffin, who is so warmly attached to you."
"And who else?"
"Oh, yes, I forgot."
"Thérèse, I suppose?"
"No, not Thérèse."
"Who was it, then?"
"M. Onésime."
"M. Onésime? I do not understand that. How did M. Onésime happen to be living with us?"