"You're crazy!"
"You've seen her at my feet."
"What of that? It was from fear, from respect, from superstition, from anything in the devil's name you choose to call it; but it was not from love."
"We'll see about that pretty clearly, after six months of married life."
"But," cried Leon Renault, "have you the right to dispose of yourself? There is another Clementine, the true one; she has sacrificed everything for you; you are engaged, in honor, to her. Is Colonel Fougas deaf to the voice of honor?"
"Are you mocking me? What! I marry a woman sixty-four years old?"
"You ought to; if not for her sake, at least for your child's."
"My child is a pretty big boy. He's forty-six years old; he has no further need of my care."
"He does need your name, though."
"I'll adopt him."