"Well, one need not look at his feet nor at his corpulency—that's all. Oh, I beg your pardon, though, of course, I had completely forgotten."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing; except that you are a woman."
"But that's very insulting to my sex—that remark of yours."
Denoisel did not answer, and the conversation ceased for a few minutes.
"Have you ever wished for wealth?" Renée began again.
"Yes, several times; but absolutely for the sake of treating it as it deserves to be treated—to be disrespectful to it."
"How do you mean?"
"Why, yes, I should like to be rich just to show the contempt I have for money. I remember that two or three times I have fallen asleep with the idea of going to Italy to get married."
"To Italy?"