I'm a widower.

The women don't work for me as they work for him." "I don't understand," remarked Junia.

"The women can't all marry him." "There are a lot of things that can't be understood by just blinking the eyes, but there's romance in the fight of an unmarried man, and women like romance even if it's some one else's.

There's sensation in it." Barouche looked to where Carnac was slowly coming down the centre of the hall.

Women were waving handkerchiefs and throwing kisses towards him.
One little girl was pushed in front of him, and she reached out a hand in which was a wild rose.
"That's for luck, m'sieu'," she said.
Carnac took the rose, and placed it in his buttonhole; then, stooping down, he kissed the child's cheek.