She has decked me out as one would deck a monkey (and doubtless she calls me one behind my back), and has offered me a sword to play with.
"In America, when a man puts a sword in his hand, it is to kill somebody.

Here--aye, all over the continent, for that matter--swords are baubles for young nobles, used to slash each other in love affairs.

I respect and admire you; had I not done so, I should not have spoken.
Countess, be frank with me, as frank as I have been with you; have I not guessed rightly ?" "Yes, Monsieur," her head bowed and her cheeks white.

"Yes, yes! it was a miserable game.

But I love Madame; I would sacrifice my pride and my heart for her, if need be." "I can believe that." "And believe me when I say that the moment I saw you, I knew that my conduct was going to be detestable.