You have forgiven me ?" And she held out her hand, which I kissed.
"It is true," she went on; "you know I have the bad habit of trying to embarrass people the first time I meet them.

It is very stupid.
My doctor says it is because I am nervous and always ill; believe my doctor." "But you seem quite well." "Oh! I have been very ill." "I know." "Who told you ?" "Every one knew it; I often came to inquire after you, and I was happy to hear of your convalescence." "They never gave me your card." "I did not leave it." "Was it you, then, who called every day while I was ill, and would never leave your name ?" "Yes, it was I." "Then you are more than indulgent, you are generous.

You, count, wouldn't have done that," said she, turning toward M.de N., after giving me one of those looks in which women sum up their opinion of a man.
"I have only known you for two months," replied the count.
"And this gentleman only for five minutes.

You always say something ridiculous." Women are pitiless toward those whom they do not care for.

The count reddened and bit his lips.
I was sorry for him, for he seemed, like myself, to be in love, and the bitter frankness of Marguerite must have made him very unhappy, especially in the presence of two strangers.
"You were playing the piano when we came in," I said, in order to change the conversation.