"If so," said he, "she would be as foolish as a rose that was jealous of the whiteness of a lily.

You would do yourself great wrong, my child, if you tried to vie with the rose in its own colour." He patted my bended head as he spoke, with that kind of fatherly king-like fondness with which he honours me; and I took his hand in mine, and kissed it gratefully.

"Nevertheless," said Savarin, "when the lily comes out there will be a furious attack on it, made by the clique that devotes itself to the rose: a lily clique will be formed en revanche, and I foresee a fierce paper war.

Do not be frightened at its first outburst: every fame worth having must be fought for." Is it so?
have you had to fight for your fame, Eulalie?
and do you hate all contests as much as I do?
Our only other gayety since I last wrote was a soiree at M.Louvier's.
That republican millionaire was not slow in attending to the kind letter you addressed to him recommending us to his civilities.

He called at once, placed his good offices at our disposal, took charge of my modest fortune, which he has invested, no doubt, as safely as it is advantageously in point of interest, hired our carriage for us, and in short has been most amiably useful.
At his house we met many to me most pleasant, for they spoke with such genuine appreciation of your works and yourself.