Hey! hey! my dear little devil's duck! it isn't a bad plan.

The world you live in may cry out a bit, but success justifies all things.

The worst thing in this world, my dear, is to be without money; that's our disease, yours and mine.

Now inasmuch as we have plenty of wit, we thought it would be a good thing to parade our dear little honor, or dishonor, to catch an old boy; but that old boy, my dear heart, knows the Alpha and Omega of female tricks,--which means that you could easier put salt on a sparrow's tail than to make me believe I have anything to do with your little affair.
Go to Paris, my dear; go at the cost of an old celibate, I won't prevent it; in fact, I'll help you, for an old bachelor, Suzanne, is the natural money-box of a young girl.

But don't drag me into the matter.