But laugh no more, Gaston; for I who stand before you am one who has experienced this thing which poets tell of, and which hitherto I have held in ridicule.

I will not go to Blois because--because--enfin, because I intend to go where she goes." "Then, mon cher, you will go to Blois.

You will go to Blois, if not as a dutiful nephew, resigned to obey his reverend uncle's wishes, at least because fate forces you to follow a pair of eyes that have--hum, what was it you said they did ?" "Do you say that she is going to Blois?
How do you know ?" "Eh?
How do I know?
Oh, I heard her servant speaking with the hostler." "So much the better, then; for thus if his Eminence gets news of my whereabouts, the news will not awaken his ever-ready suspicions.

Ciel! How beautiful she is! Noted you her eyes, her skin, and what hair, mon Dieu! Like threads of gold!" "Like threads of gold ?" I echoed.

"You are dreaming, boy.