Only a star, a--" "-- princess!" cried Canalis, bursting into a shout of laughter; "only a princess can descend to him.

My dear fellow, that doesn't happen once in a hundred years.

Such a love is like that flower that blossoms every century.

Princesses, let me tell you, if they are young, rich, and beautiful, have something else to think of; they are surrounded like rare plants by a hedge of fools, well-bred idiots as hollow as elder-bushes! My dream, alas! the crystal of my dream, garlanded from hence to the Correze with roses--ah! I cannot speak of it--it is in fragments at my feet, and has long been so.

No, no, all anonymous letters are begging letters; and what sort of begging?
Write yourself to that young woman, if you suppose her young and pretty, and you'll find out.