Lo, and behold! I find him at times as grave as a judge, and deep-feeling and thoughtful.
Bah! Les penseurs, les hommes profonds et passionnes ne sont pas a mon gout.

Le Colonel Alfred de Hamal suits me far better.

Va pour les beaux fats et les jolis fripons! Vive les joies et les plaisirs! A bas les grandes passions et les severes vertus!" She looked for an answer to this tirade.

I gave none.
"J'aime mon beau Colonel," she went on: "je n'aimerai jamais son rival.
Je ne serai jamais femme de bourgeois, moi!" I now signified that it was imperatively necessary my apartment should be relieved of the honour of her presence: she went away laughing..