"He composes little Élévations[1] for me."
"In that case, my dear, accept my sincere compliments; for, in the first place, de Vigny is a poet of very great talent; next, he is a true nobleman: both these attributes are better worth having than a mulatto like myself."
"Do you think so?" Dorval said, in a tone of voice she alone knew how to use.
"It is my turn now to swear on my word of honour!"
"Then you didn't come to make love to me?"
I burst out laughing, and made some exclamation or other.
"No, I could not have received your attentions ... fancy, he treats me like a duchess."
"He is perfectly right."
"He calls me his angel."
"Bravo!"