"Well, you must give her a list of your gentlemen friends, the dear little thing, and she will pick out her own choice for you." "There is no need of that, good mother," said Clotilde.

"The choice has already been made by the mainly interested party, and I am certain that it would not be disagreeable to Julia." "Well, then, my darling, everything is for the best." "Alas! no.

I am going to tell you something that covers me with confusion.
Among all the men we know, the only one who--the only one I like, in fact, is also the only one who has never been in love with me." "He must be a savage, then! he cannot but be a savage.

But who is he ?" "I have told you, dear mother, the only one of our friends who is not in love with me--" "Bah! who is that?
Your cousin Pierre ?" "No, but you are not--" "Monsieur de Lucan!" exclaimed the baroness.

"It could not fail to be so! The very flower of the flock! Mon Dieu, my darling, how very similar our tastes are, both of us! He is charming, your Lucan, he is charming.