by Alexander Dumas

“ Am I not right, M. de Chateau-Renaud?"
"That is quite my opinion," said the gentleman; "nothing induces serious duels so much as a duel forsworn."
"Thank you, gentlemen," replied Albert, with a smile of indifference; "I shall follow your advice -- not because you give it, but because I had before intended to quit France. I thank you equally for the service you have rendered me in being my seconds. It is deeply engraved on my heart, and, after what you have just said, I remember that only." Chateau-Renaud and Beauchamp looked at each other ”

“ You are a generous man, Albert, but perhaps you may be blinded by pride or resentment; if you refuse me, if you ask another for what I have a right to offer you, I will say it is ungenerous of you to refuse the life of your mother at the hands of a man whose father was allowed by your father to die in all the horrors of poverty and despair."
Albert stood pale and motionless to hear what his mother would decide after she had finished reading this letter. Mercedes turned her eyes with an ineffable look towards heaven. ”

“ No. mother; from this moment I have done with the past, and accept nothing from it -- not even a name, because you can understand that your son cannot bear the name of a man who ought to blush for it before another."
"Albert, my child," said Mercedes, "if I had a stronger heart that is the counsel I would have given you; your conscience has spoken when my voice became too weak; listen to its dictates. You had friends, Albert; break off their acquaintance. But do not despair; you have life before you, my dear Albert, for you are yet scarcely twenty-two years old ”