"I know," she continued, making a pretty little face, "how ridiculous it is in a poor girl to come and nag at a man for what he thinks a mere nothing.

But if you really knew me, monsieur, if you knew all that I am capable of for a man who would attach himself to me as much as I'm attached to you, you would never repent having married me.

Of course it isn't here, in Alencon, that I should be of service to you; but if we went to Paris, you would see where I could lead a man with your mind and your capacities; and just at this time too, when they are remaking the government from top to toe.
So--between ourselves, be it said--_is_ what has happened a misfortune?
Isn't it rather a piece of luck, which will pay you well?
Who and what are you working for now ?" "For myself, of course!" cried du Bousquier, brutally.
"Monster! you'll never be a father!" said Suzanne, giving a tone of prophetic malediction to the words.
"Come, don't talk nonsense, Suzanne," replied du Bousquier; "I really think I am still dreaming." "How much more reality do you want ?" cried Suzanne, standing up.
Du Bousquier rubbed his cotton night-cap to the top of his head with a rotatory motion, which plainly indicated the tremendous fermentation of his ideas.
"He actually believes it!" thought Suzanne, "and he's flattered.

Heaven! how easy it is to gull men!" "Suzanne, what the devil must I do?
It is so extraordinary--I, who thought--The fact is that--No, no, it can't be--" "What?
you can't marry me ?" "Oh! as for that, no; I have engagements." "With Mademoiselle Armande or Mademoiselle Cormon, who have both refused you?
Listen to me, Monsieur du Bousquier, my honor doesn't need gendarmes to drag you to the mayor's office.

I sha'n't lack for husbands, thank goodness! and I don't want a man who can't appreciate what I'm worth.