"Come, have you ever brought one of your friends here?
No, you hide me.

When have you offered me your arm for a walk?
Never, your dignity would be sullied, if you were seen in my company.

I have a carriage.

Have you entered it half a dozen times?
Perhaps; but then you let down the blinds! I go out alone.

I walk about alone!" "Always the same refrain," interrupted Noel, anger getting the better of him, "always these uncalled for complaints.