And then he thought kindly of her, and that a meeting would not be good for her, and that she ought to go to Italy and follow her profession.

"If she grows famous," whispered coxcombry, "why then oneself will take a little of the praises given to her." And that seemed eminently satisfactory.

Men think in this way when you have loved them, ladies.

All men?
No; only the coxcombs; but it is to these that you give your fresh affection.

They are, as it were, the band of the regiment of adorers, marching ahead, while we sober working soldiers follow to their music.