"That did not prevent the young ladies from treating us both like dogs."
"That little Emily is a prodigiously pretty little girl."
"Si, signore, and what eyes she made the doctor! Great, big, gray eyes, full of love! At sixteen that is doing well."
"Wretched doll-baby."
"Who? Miss Emily?"
"Ah! that man, the doctor."
"Ah, indeed! Did I not tell you so? The girls are crazy about him. And how the man shoots! Cloten! I should not like to stand at ten feet distance from him, with the seconds behind us?"
"Ah! Thank you! Don't fight with a man of low birth. Too unfair. Don't you think so, baron?"
"Perhaps the man owes his life to a visit of the sons of heaven to the daughters of earth?"
"What does that mean?"