"I have sometimes given monsieur le vicomte as many as sixty, messieurs; but it's never less than forty."
"Ha! ha! ha! that is magnificent! sixty cigarettes a day! You deserve a prize, Edward. We'll order a wreath of cigarettes for you!"
"Well, messieurs, what would you have? a man must do something; and when one has no other amusement——"
"Oh! viscount, you can't make us believe that you haven't some beauty to whom you are devoted."
"No, Florville, at this moment I love nobody. I am so utterly blasé on the subject of love! It is all over; my heart has lost the power of taking fire; the incendiary glances of my fair friends leave it as cold as ice. And then, when one knows women, one knows how much reliance may be placed on their oaths."
"Oh! there are exceptions," said Dumarsey. "I remember, Edward, when you had a pretty young girl for a mistress—I think you had abducted her, found her at a linen draper's. She came from Lorraine. She was almost a peasant, and you sophisticated her."
"Oh! yes, I remember! You mean Suzanne, don't you?"
"Suzanne, yes, that was what you called her. She seemed to be very fond of you."
"In other words, she loved me too much; it got to be insufferable. She was far too sentimental."