Petronelle and I must do as best we can.

All your time and trouble should be spent for the benefit of those who have a claim upon you, whilst I ..." "You speak unkindly, mademoiselle; there is no question of claim." "And you have no right to think ..." she continued, with a growing, nervous excitement, drawing her hand hurriedly away, for he had tried to seize it.
"Ah! pardon me," he interrupted earnestly, "there you are wrong.

I have the right to think of you and for you--the inalienable right conferred upon me by my great love for you." "Citizen-Deputy!" "Nay, Juliette; I know my folly, and I know my presumption.

I know the pride of your caste and of your party, and how much you despise the partisan of the squalid mob of France.

Have I said that I aspired to gain your love?
I wonder if I have ever dreamed it?
I only know, Juliette, that you are to me something akin to the angels, something white and ethereal, intangible, and perhaps ununderstandable.