My character's in as bad case up there--thanks to those men! My husband has lost his "golden Riette." When you see beneath the bandage! He will have the right to put me away.

His "beauty of beauties"! I'm fit only to dress as a page-boy and run at his heels.
My hero! my poor dear! He thinking I cared for nothing but amusement, flattery.

Was ever a punishment so cruel to the noblest of generous husbands! Because I know he will overlook it, make light of it, never reproach his Riette.

And the rose he married comes to him a shrivelled leaf of a potpourri heap.

You haven't seen me yet.