Curate. The judgment of Solomon.
Goriot. What did I tell ’ee? he can’t marry.
Ernestine. Couldn’t they both consent?
Marquis. But he’s my living image.
Marcaire. Mine, Marquis, mine.
Marquis. My figure, I think?
Marcaire. Ah, Charles, Charles!
Curate. We used to think his physiognomy resembled Dumont’s.
Dumont. Come to look at him, he’s really like Goriot.
Ernestine. O papa, I hope he’s not my brother.