“I have fallen in love. I, ridiculous and fantastic as you think me.”
“Not at all, marquise—not at all.”
“And I have been married—and to a soldier!”
“Cor-r-r-r-rbleu.”
“And knowing the misery I suffered from that marriage—knowing the misery which must follow all such matches—”
“I don’t see it.”
“You don’t see as the wife, sergeant—I would not wish such a marriage for my daughter—if I had a daughter.”
“Ah!”
“And—and I have a daughter.”
“Par-r-r-rbleu!—what’s her name?”