In three years I shall have conquered or have been conquered, and that is something.

Do not dissuade me.

You will talk into the face of the tempest.

Rather make the going a joy for me.

You know that at the bottom of your heart you are glad." "Misery loves company; we are all selfish," replied the Chevalier, "My selfishness cries out for joy, but my sense of honesty tells me not to let you go.