"No!
"Expectations, perhaps?"
"Not even expectations!"
"In the name of God, what then?"
"Nothing!" she answered.
"You do it to tease me! You are not serious, in fact. Listen, little angel, little fool! I will give you a proud name, I will give you wealth, everything that you desire! I will adore you - ah, but worship you!"
She said judicially: "A proud name Charles will give me - if I cared for such stuff! Wealth?Yes, I should like that. Worship! So boring, Etienne, so damnably boring!"
"I could break your neck!" he said.
"Fustian!"
He drew in his breath, but did not speak for several turns. When he unclosed his lips again it was to say in a tone of careful nonchalance: "One becomes dramatic: a pity! Essayons encore! When is it to be, this marriage?"