If we take these pretty papers by violence, we shall still have left our friend the Englishman his self-respect.

And as for words, while my acquaintance with our friend is slight, I should say that they would only be wasted here." The whistle from the window still rose and fell.
"Monsieur, I have it in my power to make you rich." "I am rich," replied Fitzgerald.
"In honors ?" "Madame, the title I have is already a burden to me." Fitzgerald laughed, which announced that the cause of the duchess was not getting on very well.

Once or twice he raised the tortoiseshell rim to his eye, but dropped it; force of habit was difficult to overcome.
"Your father nourished a particular rancor against the late duke." "And justly, you will admit." "Her Highness has offered you five millions for slips of paper worth no more than the ink which decorates them." "And I have refused.

Why?
Simply because the matter does not rest with me.

You have proceeded with a high hand, Madame, or rather your duchess has.