“How a fellow can be such a fool as to work hard in that way!” he will say with an air of superiority.
In short, Eusèbe would like to sweep away all genius, talent, and wit from the face of the earth, and when there remained only fools upon it, he might be king among them. And now, my little readers, what do you think of Eusèbe? Is he happy, do you suppose?
WITH HIS GLASS IN HIS EYE, AND DRESSED IN A RIDICULOUS FASHION.
You ask now if Adrienne Fallachon became a duchess after all?
No; far from it. She grew up wiser and less ambitious than her father. She has lately married a young lawyer, a cousin of her own, whom she loved. So she has not even changed her name, which is still Fallachon.
And Maurice?
Maurice has lately left college, where he has greatly distinguished himself. As a young man, he is still as kind, gentle, and brave, as he used to be when a boy; and is as generally loved as his cousin Eusèbe is disliked. His talent and his inclination both seem to point to a literary career, as the one he will take to; nor can any be more honourable or useful when the writer teaches what is true, and good, and noble. I am sure we all wish him success and happiness.
