"I tell you we've been given a paper-knife, and you shout 'hurrah!' I say we've been given a pearl necklace, and you shout 'hurrah!' You can't have the slightest sense of values." "I beg your pardon.

This pearl necklace is from one of your father's friends, isn't it ?" said the Duke.
"Yes; why ?" said Germaine.
"But the inkstand and the paper-knife must be from the Faubourg Saint-Germain, and well on the shabby side ?" said the Duke.
"Yes; well ?" "Well then, my dear girl, what are you complaining about?
They balance; the equilibrium is restored.

You can't have everything," said the Duke; and he laughed mischievously.
Germaine flushed, and bit her lip; her eyes sparkled.
"You don't care a rap about me," she said stormily.
"But I find you adorable," said the Duke.
"You keep annoying me," said Germaine pettishly.

"And you do it on purpose.

I think it's in very bad taste.