“He threatened to reduce my allowance, and to keep back a sum big enough for him to get along without me.”
“Poor Stephanie! He’s not a man, he’s a monster.”
“A calm and methodical monster, who wears a scratch, and who, every night—”
“Well, every night—”
“Wait a minute!—who takes a tumbler every night, and puts seven false teeth in it.”
“What a trap your marriage was! At any rate, Armand is rich.”
“Who knows?”
“Good heavens! Why, you seem to me on the point of becoming very unhappy—or very happy.”
“Well, dear, how is it with you?”
“Oh, as for me, I have nothing as yet but a pin that pricks me: but it is intolerable.”