1 She pronounced the Colonel an artist, and stuck to it.
2 "You are too lenient, too lenient by far, Leonce," asserted the Colonel.
3 The Colonel was perhaps unaware that he had coerced his own wife into her grave.
4 Besides, they had met some very charming people, according to the Colonel's impressions.
5 The Colonel drank numerous "toddies" during the course of the day, which left him, however, imperturbed.
6 But he failed to impose upon the Colonel, and was even far from impressing him with this trumped-up knowledge of bygone days.
7 The Colonel reproached his daughter for her lack of filial kindness and respect, her want of sisterly affection and womanly consideration.
8 He had been a colonel in the Confederate army, and still maintained, with the title, the military bearing which had always accompanied it.
9 Monsieur and Madame Ratignolle made much of the Colonel, installing him as the guest of honor and engaging him at once to dine with them the following Sunday, or any day which he might select.
10 Madame coquetted with him in the most captivating and naive manner, with eyes, gestures, and a profusion of compliments, till the Colonel's old head felt thirty years younger on his padded shoulders.
11 The Colonel, with little sense of humor and of the fitness of things, related a somber episode of those dark and bitter days, in which he had acted a conspicuous part and always formed a central figure.