That Baron Hafner sells his daughter as he once sold her jewels is also a matter of indifference to me.

But you do not know her.

You do not know what a creature, charming and enthusiastic, simple and sincere, she is, and who will never, never mistrust that, first of all, her father is a thief, and, then, that he is selling her like a trinket in order to have grand-children who shall be at the same time grandnephews of the Pope, and, finally, that Peppino does not love her, that he wants her dowry, and that he will have for her as little feeling as they have for her." She glanced at Madame Maitland.

"It is worse than I can tell you," she said, enigmatically, as if vexed by her own words, and almost frightened by them.
"Yes," said Julien, "it would be very sad; but are you sure that you do not exaggerate the situation?
There is not so much calculation in life.
It is more mediocre and more facile.

Perhaps the Prince and the Baron have a vague project." "A vague project ?" interrupted Alba, shrugging her shoulders.