My dear fellow, you ask too much!" "You are right, but I can't help it; the idea that that man is her lover hurts me horribly." "In the first place," replied Prudence; "is he still her lover?
He is a man who is useful to her, nothing more.

She has closed her doors to him for two days; he came this morning--she could not but accept the box and let him accompany her.

He saw her home; he has gone in for a moment, he is not staying, because you are waiting here.

All that, it seems to me, is quite natural.

Besides, you don't mind the duke." "Yes; but he is an old man, and I am sure that Marguerite is not his mistress.