I said that there were very few people with whom I cared to talk.

You are not one of those few, Monsieur le Comte." He looked at her with a half-open mouth.

His eyes were suddenly like beads.
"I do not understand," he said.
"I am afraid," Jeanne answered, with a sigh, "that you are very unintelligent.

What I meant to say was that I do not like to sit here and talk with you.

It wearies me, because you do not say anything that interests me, and I should very much rather read my book." The Count de Brensault was nonplussed.