To-morrow, if you are rich, they will pay court to you, honor, and love you.

I offer you the means to become rich.

Give me your hand, Leonore, despise the people who leave us to die, and follow me.' I gave him my hand, I followed him, I became Napoleon's spy.

I had money, I had a name, I saw people throng around me, I learned to despise them, and therefore I could betray them.

But, in the midst of my brilliant life, I was unhappy, for the consciousness of my shame constantly haunted me, constantly cast its shadow upon me.