But if that is the way you feel about her, why couldn't you let her alone ?" Valentin shook his head with a fine smile.

"I don't think you quite understand, and I don't believe I can make you.

She understood the situation; she knew what was in the air; she was watching us." "A cat may look at a king! What difference does that make ?" "Why, a man can't back down before a woman." "I don't call her a woman.

You said yourself she was a stone," cried Newman.
"Well," Valentin rejoined, "there is no disputing about tastes.

It's a matter of feeling; it's measured by one's sense of honor." "Oh, confound your sense of honor!" cried Newman.
"It is vain talking," said Valentin; "words have passed, and the thing is settled." Newman turned away, taking his hat.