But never mind.

Let us be reasonable and talk things over.

You tell me you love me--" "And I mean it." "Well, admitting that I too am not indifferent, where is this going to lead us?
Oh, you know so well, you poor dear, that you refused, right at first, the meeting which I asked in a moment of madness--and you gave well-thought-out reasons for refusing." "But I refused because I did not know then that you were the women in the case! I have told you that it was several days later that Des Hermies unwittingly revealed your identity to me.

Did I hesitate as soon as I knew?
No! I immediately implored you to come." "That may be, but you admit that I'm right when I claim that you wrote your first letters to another and not me." She was pensive for a moment.

Durtal began to be prodigiously bored by this discussion.