“But you must be going to ask me for something beyond my powers.”
“No, it is only to make a woman love you within a fortnight.”
“Is it a lorette?”
“Why?”
“Because that’s impossible; but if it concerns a woman, and a well-bred one who is also clever—”
“She is a very illustrious marquise.”
“You want her letters?” said the young count.
“Ah! you are after my own heart!” cried Maxime. “No, that’s not it.”
“Then you want me to love her?”
“Yes, in the real sense—”