Had you fallen in love with Yvonne--and it passes my understanding why you did not--everything would have gone smoothly with your wooing.

Unfortunately, you have a preference for fair hair--" "Have done," he interrupted peevishly.

"What does it signify?
To the devil with Mazarin's plans!" "So you said this morning." "Yes, when I did not even dream her name was Canaples." "Nevertheless, she is the wrong Canaples." "For my uncle--but, mille diables! sir, 't is I who am to wed, and I shall wed as my heart bids me." "Hum! And Mazarin ?" "Faugh!" he answered, with an expressive shrug.
"Well, since you are resolved, let us dine." "I have no appetite." "Let us dine notwithstanding.

Eat you must if you would live; and unless you live--think of it!--you'll never reach Blois." "Gaston, you are laughing at me! I do not wish to eat." I surveyed him gravely, with my arms akimbo.
"Can love so expand the heart of man that it fills even his stomach?
Well, well, if you will not eat, at least have the grace to bear me company at table.

Come, Andrea," and I took his arm, "let us ascend to that chamber which she has but just quitted.