But in the country, my poor fellow, in the country!" "It would be the death of you, wouldn't it ?" "In forty-eight hours." "However did you manage to be born there, Larive?
I'm surprised at you." "So am I.I often think about it.

Good-by.

I must be off." I caught him by the hand which he held out to me.
"Larive, tell me where you have met Mademoiselle Charnot ?" "Oh, come!--I see it's serious.

My dear fellow, I am so sorry I did not tell you she was perfection.

If I had only known!" "That's not what I asked you.