“Would you like to come with me, Dolores?” she asked.
“No.”
“I’ll give you pretty dresses, dolls—Will you come?”
“No.”
The Countess kissed the girl, and every afternoon the three children came, waiting for her to give them some money....
“Look there,” said the Countess to Quentin, pointing to a hen that was strutting along the barnyard with her still featherless chicks—“I envy her.”
“Do you?” asked Quentin. “You are more romantic than I thought you were.”
“Romantic, my friend? Why? That is Truth, Nature.”
“Ah! But do you believe in the goodness of Nature?”
“Don’t you?”