"But is it possible, is it possible, to break off everything for the sake of such petty impressions?
Can it be that nothing more has been left between us after those long years ?" "You are horribly calculating; you keep trying to leave me in your debt.
When you came back from abroad you looked down upon me and wouldn't let me utter a word, but when I came back myself and talked to you afterwards of my impressions of the Madonna, you wouldn't hear me, you began smiling condescendingly into your cravat, as though I were incapable of the same feelings as you." "It was not so.

It was probably not so.

_J'ai oublie!_" "No; it was so," she answered, "and, what's more, you've nothing to pride yourself on.

That's all nonsense, and one of your fancies.

Now, there's no one, absolutely no one, in ecstasies over the Madonna; no one wastes time over it except old men who are hopelessly out of date.
That's established." "Established, is it ?" "It's of no use whatever.