At Deneulin's house, it was said, the wretchedness was pitiful, the wretchedness of the rich; the father ill in his powerlessness, aged by his anxiety over money, the daughters struggling in the midst of tradesmen, trying to save their shifts.
C'était, disait-on, chez Deneulin, une misere pitoyable, la misere des riches, le pere malade d'impuissance, vieilli par le souci de l'argent, les filles luttant au milieu des fournisseurs, tâchant de sauver leurs chemises.