“Are you afraid that I am going to talk of love?—You have a way of saying things that is far from encouraging!”
“Mon Dieu! I don’t choose my words; I say just what I think.”
“A woman who says what she thinks! do you know that they are very rare?”
“I say, do you know that you ain’t very complimentary to women? Have they caught you very often?”
“That isn’t what I meant. Look you, Violette, I admit that I did wrong yesterday; I spoke to you as if I were certain that you loved me, and you hadn’t given me any right to do it.”
“Just as soon as you admit that you did wrong, that’s the end of it, it’s all forgotten. Let’s talk about something else.”
“It isn’t that my feeling for you has changed; on the contrary, I adore you more than ever!”
“I say—it seems to me you’re beginning yesterday’s song again!”
“No; yesterday I made certain propositions that displeased you.”
“Pardi! they were very pretty, your propositions! to dine with monsieur at a restaurant! to offer to furnish lodgings for me! Why on earth don’t you marry me and be done with it?”