"Do you think such a woman could be my mistress?
Do you think I would ever consent to share her with another?
Do you know that she confesses that another attracts her, and do you expect me, loving her as I do, to share my love?
If that is the way you love, I pity you." Desgenais replied that he was not so particular.
"My dear Octave," he added, "you are very young.

You want many things, beautiful things, which do not exist.

You believe in a singular sort of love; perhaps you are capable of it; I believe you are, but I do not envy you.

You will have other mistresses, my friend, and you will live to regret what happened last night.

If that woman came to you it is certain that she loved you; perhaps she does not love you at this moment--indeed, she may be in the arms of another; but she loved you last night in that room; and what should you care for the rest?
You will regret it, believe me, for she will not come again.