"The trouble is that you didn't go about it right, my poor fellow. You were probably too prudent, too timid. There are women who prefer to have the appearance of yielding only to violence."
"You see, my trousers split; that embarrassed me the first time I called on her."
"You ought to have worn an apron; then it wouldn't have made any difference about your trousers."
"Freluchon, your constant jesting with a man so miserable as I am is barbarous; for my love for that woman gives me neither truce nor rest."
"The deuce! and the memory of the adored Eléonore? have we left that under the shed?"
Chamoureau took his coat and trousers and was about to depart without a word; but Freluchon stopped him.
"Where are you going?"
"I am going away."
"You run off because I speak of Eléonore! Quantum mutatus ab illo!—Come, stay; I won't mention her again; and if, instead of that, I should make you the fortunate vanquisher of the superb Sainte-Suzanne——"
"What! Sainte-Suzanne? You know—he knows—Monsieur Edmond, did you tell him?"