'You'll see,' he said." At the corner of the Boulevard Saint-Michel, a journalist came up to Meunier, and asked him: "Is it true that Robert de Ligny was at one time madly in love with Fagette ?" "If he's in love with her, he hasn't been so long.

Only a fortnight ago he asked me, in the theatre, 'Who is that little fair-haired woman ?' and he pointed to Fagette." "I cannot understand," said the chronicler of an evening paper to a chronicler of a morning paper, "what can be the origin of our mania for calumniating humanity.

I am amazed, on the other hand, by the number of decent people I come across.

It is enough to make one incline to the belief that men are ashamed of the good they do, and that they conceal themselves when performing acts of devotion and generosity.

Don't you think that is so ?" "As far as I am concerned," replied the chronicler of the morning paper, "every time I have opened a door by mistake--I mean this both literally and metaphorically--I have always come across some unsuspected baseness.
Were society suddenly turned inside out like a glove, so that one could see the inside, we should all faint away with horror and disgust." "Some time ago," said Roger to the painter Michel, "I used to know Chevalier's uncle on the Butte de Montmartre.