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For some time he had drawn almost no money from the strong-box, and yet Sidonie was spending more than ever. "I haf no gonfidence!" said the unhappy cashier, shaking his head, "I haf no gonfidence!" Lowering his voice he added: "But your brother, my little Frantz, your brother? Who can explain his actions?

And with the old "I haf no gonfidence" he rushed away like a hurricane, his white mane standing even more erect than usual.

And when his sister tried to encourage him, he recurred to his favorite refrain: "I haf no gonfidence!" As soon as he was dressed, he darted out of the house. Risler's footprints could be distinguished on the wet ground as far as the gate of the little garden.

Even when Fromont Jeune did not ask him for money, he was afraid, and he summed up all his apprehensions in four words which came continually to his lips when talking with his sister: "I ha no gonfidence," he would say, in his hoarse Swiss patois.

His power as a colorist stood him in good stead again, and more than once he received a rare word of praise, feeling quite elated when, one day, late in the summer, Dr. Edelstein said to him: "I have much gonfidence in your golor sense, Golin."

And yet," the good man would add by force of habit, "and yet I haf no gonfidence." "Never fear, Monsieur Sigismond, I am here," the judge would reply. "You're not going away yet, are you, my dear Frantz?" "No, no not yet. I have an important matter to finish up first." "Ah! so much the better." The important matter to which Frantz referred was his marriage to Desiree Delobelle.

Even when Fromont Jeune did not ask him for money, he was afraid, and he summed up all his apprehensions in four words which came continually to his lips when talking with his sister: "I ha no gonfidence," he would say, in his hoarse Swiss patois.

And with the old "I haf no gonfidence" he rushed away like a hurricane, his white mane standing even more erect than usual.

And when his sister tried to encourage him, he recurred to his favorite refrain: "I haf no gonfidence!" As soon as he was dressed, he darted out of the house. Risler's footprints could be distinguished on the wet ground as far as the gate of the little garden.

And with the old "I haf no gonfidence" he rushed away like a hurricane, his white mane standing even more erect than usual.