For the second time he felt touched to the very soul by this strange girl.

He understood that he must not leave her with the slightest hope of encouragement, but throw ice on the fire which was devouring her.
"My dear Jeanne," he said, with affectionate sweetness, "you are talking nonsense.

Remember this, that for Prince Panine there are only three social conditions possible: to be rich, a soldier, or a priest.

I have the choice.

It is for you to decide." This put an end to Mademoiselle de Cernay's resistance.