"He will take him for his board as a young clerk, and your Benjamin who is not mine will be lodged, fed, and washed, and at eighteen years will get six hundred francs, if Bridou is satisfied with him."
"Nobody will dispose of my son's future without my consent, monsieur."
"Eh!" replied Jacques, with a sort of hollow roar.
"Oh, monsieur, if you were to kill me on the spot, I would say the same thing."
"Eh!" again roared the colossus, more threatening still.
"I tell you, monsieur, that my son shall not leave me. He will continue his studies under the direction of his preceptor. I will inform you, if you wish, of the plans I have for Frederick, and—"
"Ah! that is it, is it?" cried the colossus, furious at the resistance of his wife. "Ah, well, to-morrow I will take this Latin spitter by the shoulders and kick him out of my door. Another one who plagues me, and I will get rid of. As to you—"
"What will be my fate, monsieur?"
"You shall clear the house, like the others."
"What do you say, monsieur?"