'T is a sweet name, but you render it monotonous." He laughed good-humouredly.
"Have you never loved, Gaston ?" "Often." "Ah--but I mean did you never conceive a great passion ?" "Hundreds, boy." "But never such a one as mine!" "Assuredly not; for the world has never seen its fellow.

Be good enough to pull the cord, you Cupid incarnate.

I wish to alight." "You wish to alight! Why ?" "Because I am sick of love.

I am going to ride awhile with Michelot whilst you dream of her coral lips, her sapphire eyes, and what other gems constitute her wondrous personality." Two minutes later I was in the saddle riding with Michelot in the wake of the carriage.

As I have already sought to indicate in these pages, Michelot was as much my friend as my servant.