Still, beware of charming enemies." "She hates me, I swear.

If you could have seen her!" "And you ?" "Me?
She is nothing to me." "Are you sure ?" He put the question gravely, without looking in my face, as he twisted a paper spill.
I laughed.
"What is the matter with you to-day, misanthrope?
I assure you that she is absolutely indifferent to me.

But even were it otherwise, Sylvestre, where would be the wrong ?" "Wrong?
No wrong at all; but I should be anxious for you; I should be afraid.

See here, my friend.

I know you well.