Clotilde was anxious to learn in what way her talk resembled Alvan's.

He being that furious creature, she thought of herself at her wildest, which was in her estimation her best; and consequently, she being by no means a furious creature, though very original, she could not meditate on him without softening the outlines given him by report; all because of the likeness between them; and, therefore, as she had knowingly been taken for furious by very foolish people, she settled it that Alvan was also a victim of the prejudices he scorned.

It had pleased her at times to scorn our prejudices and feel the tremendous weight she brought on herself by the indulgence.

She drew on her recollections of the Satanic in her bosom when so situated, and never having admired herself more ardently than when wearing that aspect, she would have admired the man who had won the frightful title in public, except for one thing--he was a Jew.
The Jew was to Clotilde as flesh of swine to the Jew.

Her parents had the same abhorrence of Jewry.