D., 'You must be very rich, then!' Why, you don't know that I spend six or seven thousand francs a month, and that I could not live without it; you don't know, my poor friend, that I should ruin you in no time, and that your family would cast you off if you were to live with a woman like me.
Let us be friends, good friends, but no more.

Come and see me, we will laugh and talk, but don't exaggerate what I am worth, for I am worth very little.

You have a good heart, you want some one to love you, you are too young and too sensitive to live in a world like mine.

Take a married woman.

You see, I speak to you frankly, like a friend." "But what the devil are you doing there ?" cried Prudence, who had come in without our bearing her, and who now stood just inside the door, with her hair half coming down and her dress undone.