It's lighted up, my dear, with glass lamps, and you'll think you are in paradise.

All the gentlemen of Soulanges and Auxerre and Ville-aux-Fayes will be there.
Ever since that first night I've loved the place where those words rang in my ears like military music.

It's worthy giving your eternity to hear such words said of you by a man you love." "Yes, perhaps," replied La Pechina, thoughtfully.
"Then come, and get the praise of men; you're sure of it!" cried Catherine.

"Ha! you'll have a fine chance, handsome as you are, to pick up good luck.

There's the son of Monsieur Lupin, Amaury, he might marry you.