"It is mere prejudice on their part! He does not like them, and they know it.

He thinks them vulgar sort of people, and he suspects that Monsieur Wachner is German--that is quite enough for him." "But, after all, it does not really matter what the Wachners think of the Comte de Virieu, or what he thinks of them," said Anna.

"What matters is what _you_ think of him, and what _he_ thinks of you." Sylvia was glad that the darkness hid her deep, burning blushes from Anna Wolsky.
"You do not realise," said the Polish lady, gravely, "what your life would be if you were married to a man whose only interest in life is play.

Mind you, I do not say that a gambler does not make a kind husband.
We have an example"-- she smiled a little--"in this Monsieur Wachner.

He is certainly very fond of his wife, and she is very fond of him.