She likes you, and you adore her; it may be a little rapid, but it is all very natural.

If I were mistaken you wouldn't be twisting your gloves like a man who is furious at having to sit here with me instead of flying to the box of his idol.

She has obtained," continued Madame d'Espard, glancing at his person impertinently, "certain sacrifices which you refused to make to society.
She ought to be delighted with her success,--in fact, I have no doubt she is vain of it; I should be so in her place--immensely.

She was never a woman of any mind, but she may now pass for one of genius.

I am sure you will describe her in one of those delightful novels you write.
And pray don't forget Vandenesse; put him in to please me.