"What! not one? not the least little bit of a one?"
"No, monsieur."
"That is very strange."
"What is there strange about it, monsieur? Do you think that a girl cannot remain virtuous, and live without a lover?"
"It seems to me to be very difficult, to say no more, in Paris."
"No more difficult in Paris than elsewhere; a woman always does just what she chooses."
"Oh! not always! There is the desire to please, the instinct of coquetry, which is inborn in woman. She wants to have pretty gowns, and she can't buy them with what she earns. She wants to wear silk dresses and cashmere shawls! You are fascinating in this déshabillé; still, you wouldn't go to Mabille's in such a costume."
"Oh! I have no desire to go to Mabille's."
"You don't mean what you say."
"Yes, I do, monsieur."