That is the way one gets cold; afterward, there is nothing but an endless array of syrups and drugs.

You ought to change your gown and put on something warmer.
Who would ever think of dressing like that in such weather as this ?" "I assure you, aunt, it is not cold.

It is because you have a habit of always being near the fire--" "Ah! habit! when you are my age you will not hint at such a thing.

Now, everything goes wonderfully well; you never listen to my advice--you go out in the wind and rain with that flighty Aline and your husband, who has no more sense than his sister; you will pay for it later.

Open the curtains, I pray; the storm is over, and I wish to read the Gazette." The young woman obeyed a second time and stood with her forehead pressed against the glass.