I have spent a day between L—— and W——. It is full of interest, for dress forms an art, a talent, a science! Finery to this degree of perfection is a treat.
Oh, dear, how tiresome life is when one hasn't an income of at least 300,000 francs!
I have a dozen gowns made, a few hats, and stop there! It's absurd; one ought not to be embarrassed by such things. Oh, money, money! I must have it; I'll take any husband, if he will give it to me.
"And she has such ideas at fifteen," said my aunt.
"Yes, Aunt; not at fifteen; since I was thirteen—always."
"You are crazy," replied my aunt.
"I think so, too, but what is to be done?"
"If you don't sleep for ten nights wealth will not arrive any the more; come, go to bed; it's heartrending, heartrending."
"Madame, I must be married!"
"To E——? No, indeed, he doesn't suit me."