He was, we repeat, handsome, young, and bold; he spoke of love like a man who did love and was anxious to be loved in return.

There was certainly enough in all this to turn a head only twenty-three years old, and Mme.Bonacieux had just attained that happy period of life.
The couple, then, although they had not seen each other for eight days, and during that time serious events had taken place in which both were concerned, accosted each other with a degree of preoccupation.
Nevertheless, Bonacieux manifested real joy, and advanced toward his wife with open arms.

Madame Bonacieux presented her cheek to him.
"Let us talk a little," said she.
"How!" said Bonacieux, astonished.
"Yes, I have something of the highest importance to tell you." "True," said he, "and I have some questions sufficiently serious to put to you.

Describe to me your abduction, I pray you." "Oh, that's of no consequence just now," said Mme.Bonacieux.
"And what does it concern, then--my captivity ?" "I heard of it the day it happened; but as you were not guilty of any crime, as you were not guilty of any intrigue, as you, in short, knew nothing that could compromise yourself or anybody else, I attached no more importance to that event than it merited." "You speak very much at your ease, madame," said Bonacieux, hurt at the little interest his wife showed in him.

"Do you know that I was plunged during a day and night in a dungeon of the Bastille ?" "Oh, a day and night soon pass away.