You may laugh, if you like!" As he said these words, Gerfaut struck a violent blow upon the table with his fist.
"You forget that Mademoiselle de Corandeuil's room is just beneath us," said the artist, in a teasing way.
"Listen to me, Marillac! Your system with women is vulgar, gross, and trivial.

The daisies which you gather, the maidens from whom you cut handfuls of hair excellent for stuffing mattresses, your rustic beauties with cheeks like rosy apples are conquests worthy of counter-jumpers in their Sunday clothes.

That is nothing but the very lowest grade of love-making, and yet you are right, a thousand times right, and wonderfully wise compared with me." "You do me too much honor! So, then, you are not loved ?" "Truly, I had an idea I was, or, if I was not loved to-day, I hoped to be to-morrow.

But you are mistaken as to what discourages me.

I simply fear that her heart is narrow.