Colonel Chabert

I have seen a father die in a garret, deserted by two daughters, to whom he had given forty thousand francs a year!

And they wear black robes, perhaps because they are in mourning for every virtue and every illusion.

"Not Chabert! not Chabert! My name is Hyacinthe," replied the veteran. "I am no longer a man, I am No. 164, Room 7," he