"It may perhaps be folly! But, whatever it is, it's the truth all the same! Yes, I am in love with you. That rather surprises me; for I haven't been able to fall in love for some time past. It must be that there is in you something—I don't know what—more enticing than in other women. Look you! I verily believe, God forgive me! that it's your little petticoat that has turned my head!"
"Then, monsieur, I will run upstairs and send you the petticoat, so that you may have nothing more to wish for."
"Hum! you scamp! No, that would not be enough for me! I want the petticoat and all it contains!—What a sweet little hand!"
"Oh! monsieur, don't touch me, I beg! I have told you before that I don't like such manners."
"That is true; I keep forgetting that you are a vestal! I am so unaccustomed to meeting such!"
"Oh! you have a very bad opinion of women! Surely you must have met some virtuous ones, whom you seduced and then deserted, like the others!"
"It is possible; I don't remember. With me the past is always in the wrong."
"Oh! I am sure of that! That is why it is necessary to take precautions for the future."
"What an amusing creature! Do you [tu] know that you [tu] are most amusing?"
"I forbid you to thou me, monsieur. You have no excuse for doing it."