It seems to me a miserable thing being in love.

I should have thought Marie would have been the last person to be downcast, for no one is prouder of being a St.Caux than she is." "I shall be better now, Jeanne," Marie said smiling, as she wiped away her tears.

"You shall not have any reason to complain of me in future.
"But do you not think, Harry," she went on with a return of her anxiety, "that it is very dangerous for Victor to come back into Paris?
I know that his father has long been praying him to make for the frontier." "I do not think it is very dangerous at present, mademoiselle, although it may be later, if this rage against the aristocrats increases; but I hope that when he has once seen you, which is his principal object in returning to Paris, he will carry our his father's wishes and make for the frontier, for his presence here can be of no possible utility." "Oh, I hope so," Marie said, "for I am sure Victor would soon be found out, he could never make himself look like one of these canaille." "Why shouldn't he ?" Jeanne said indignantly.

"Harry does, and he is just as good-looking as Victor." Marie burst into a fit of laughter.
"What a champion you are, child, to be sure! But you are quite right.

Clothes, after all, do go a long way towards making a man.
Still, although I think that it is dangerous for Harry, I think it will be more dangerous for Victor; because, you see, he is a man and he has the manner of his race, and would find it more difficult to pass himself off as a workman than Harry, who has got something of English"-- and she hesitated.
"Roughness," Harry put in laughing.