I have had but one lover, and I accepted him, the very moment that he spoke to me.
I can, at any rate, have but little flirtation to answer for." "Alas! dearest love," said Henri, "we are both driven to think and talk of these things in a different tone from that which is usual in the world.

If I was merely seeking to transplant you in days of peace from your own comfortable home, to be the pride and ornament of mine, I would not curtail by one iota the privilege of your sex.

I wouldn't presume to think that you could wish yourself to give up your girlish liberty.
If you allowed me any hope, I would ascribe it all to the kindness of your disposition; your word should be my law, and though I might pray for mercy, I would submissively take my fate from your lips.

I would write odes to you, if I were able, and would swear in every town in Poitou that you were the prettiest girl, and sweetest angel in all France, Italy, or Spain." "Thanks, Henri, thanks; but now you have too much to do to trouble yourself with such tedious gallantries.

Is not that to be the end of your fine speech ?" "Trouble myself, Marie!" "Yes, trouble yourself, Henri, and it would trouble me too.