He was really very exasperating, and something presumptuous too, she thought.
"You are insolent, monsieur." "It is never insolent to pray, Aline.

And I did no more than pray, as I shall continue to do.

You'll need my prayers, I think." "You are insufferable!" She was growing angry, as he saw by the deepening frown, the heightened colour.
"That is because I suffer.

Oh, Aline, little cousin, think well of what you do; think well of the realities you will be bartering for these shams--the realities that you will never know, because these cursed shams will block your way to them.

When M.de La Tour d'Azyr comes to make his court, study him well; consult your fine instincts; leave your own noble nature free to judge this animal by its intuitions.