There, an artless sympathy, stronger than social conventions, had drawn us to each other--Octave and Clemence.

Here, she was the Baroness de Bergenheim, and I the Vicomte de Gerfaut.

I must from necessity enter the ordinary route, begin the romance at the first page, without knowing how to connect the prologue with it.
"What should be my plan of campaign?
"Should I pose as an agreeable man, and try to captivate her attention and good graces by the minute attentions and delicate flattery which constitute what is classically called paying court?
But D'Arzenac had seized this role, and filled it in such a superior way that all competition would be unsuccessful.

I saw where this had led him.

It needed, in order to inflame this heart, a more active spark than foppish gallantry; the latter flatters the vanity without reaching the heart.
"There was the passionate method--ardent, burning, fierce love.