I told you that he was an egoist.

Only selfish men really love women.

After the death of his mother, he had a long liaison with a well-known actress, Jeanne Tancrede." Madame Martin remembered Jeanne Tancrede; not very pretty, but graceful with a certain slowness of action in playing romantic roles.
"They lived almost together in a little house at Auteuil," Paul Vence continued.

"I often called on them.

I found him lost in his dreams, forgetting to model a figure drying under its cloths, alone with himself, pursuing his idea, absolutely incapable of listening to anybody; she, studying her roles, her complexion burned by rouge, her eyes tender, pretty because of her intelligence and her activity.