She asked me for some." We went into a confectioner's in the passage de l'Opera.

I would have bought the whole shop, and I was looking about to see what sweets to choose, when my friend asked for a pound of raisins glaces.
"Do you know if she likes them ?" "She eats no other kind of sweets; everybody knows it.
"Ah," he went on when we had left the shop, "do you know what kind of woman it is that I am going to introduce you to?
Don't imagine it is a duchess.

It is simply a kept woman, very much kept, my dear fellow; don't be shy, say anything that comes into your head." "Yes, yes," I stammered, and I followed him, saying to myself that I should soon cure myself of my passion.
When I entered the box Marguerite was in fits of laughter.

I would rather that she had been sad.

My friend introduced me; Marguerite gave me a little nod, and said, "And my sweets ?" "Here they are." She looked at me as she took them.