I had nothing to reply, except that she was right; I took her hand and thanked her for her counsels.
"Come, come," said she, "put these foolish theories to flight, and laugh over them.

Life is pleasant, my dear fellow; it all depends on the colour of the glass through which one sees it.

Ask your friend Gaston; there's a man who seems to me to understand love as I understand it.

All that you need think of, unless you are quite a fool, is that close by there is a beautiful girl who is waiting impatiently for the man who is with her to go, thinking of you, keeping the whole night for you, and who loves you, I am certain.

Now, come to the window with me, and let us watch for the count to go; he won't be long in leaving the coast clear." Prudence opened the window, and we leaned side by side over the balcony.
She watched the few passers, I reflected.