Really, his self-sufficiency is too much.

I can't stand that Jupiter Olympian air of his,--the only mythological character exempt, they say, from ill-luck." "Madame," cried Raoul, "you rate my soul very low if you think me capable of trafficking with my feelings, my affections.

Rather than commit such literary baseness, I would do as they do in England,--put a rope round a woman's neck and sell her in the market." "But I know Marie; she would like you to do it." "She is incapable of liking it," said Raoul, vehemently.
"Oh! then you do know her well ?" Nathan laughed; he, the maker of scenes, to be trapped into playing one himself! "Comedy is no longer there," he said, nodding at the stage; "it is here, in you." He took his opera-glass and looked about the theatre to recover countenance.
"You are not angry with me, I hope ?" said the marquise, giving him a sidelong glance.

"I should have had your secret somehow.

Let us make peace.