Miste does not even know me.

I wish I knew him." And I remembered with regret how ignorant I was.
"Besides," I added, "you surely have other calls.

The Vicomte requires some one near him--the ladies will be glad of your advice and assistance." He was scarcely the man to whom I should have applied for either, but one can never tell with women.

Some of them look up to us when we know in our hearts that we are no better than asses.
We talked of details which may well be omitted here, for the majority of them were based upon assumptions subsequently to be proved erroneous.

It seemed that Alphonse Giraud had almost given up hope of recovering his lost wealth, and as I raised this anew in his breast so his face grew graver.