Now do not talk in this stupid fashion, but do as I do; nibble all the apples while you have teeth.

Do you know the reason why, at the moment that I am talking to the lady of the house, I notice the nose of the pretty waitress who brings in a letter on a salver?
Do you know the reason why, just as I am leaving Cydalize's house, who has put a rose in my buttonhole, that I turn my head at the passing of Margoton, who is returning from the market with a basket upon her arm?
It is because it is one other of my children.

One other! that is a great word! Yes, one thousand and three.

Don Juan was right.

I feel his blood coursing in my veins.