This woman's present conduct is worthy of all respect." Rudolf tenderly stroked the head of his consort.
"My dear Flora, you are a child; there is much you do not understand, and will not understand.

In the world there are ideas, ugly, extraordinary ideas, of which your pure, childlike mind can form no notion." "Oh, don't suppose me so simple! I know everything.

I know that Fanny's sisters were very bad, unprincipled women, and that only the energy of good kinsfolk saved Fanny herself from being betrayed and ruined.

I know that in the eyes of the world hers is a very dubious record; but I also know that, so long as I hold that woman's hand in mine, the world will not dare to reproach, will not dare to condemn her; and the thought of it makes me proud and well pleased." "And suppose you are attacked ?" "I don't understand." "Suppose they say of you what they say of her, that you are a frivolous, flighty woman ?" "Without cause ?" "Not without cause.

She lives in the midst of a band of empty-headed men, who certainly have no particular regard for a woman's reputation.
And you, in consequence of your intimacy with Madame Karpathy, rub shoulders every day with her acquaintances, and will also be taken for a light, frivolous, frail sort of woman." "I a light, frail, frivolous woman!" cried Flora, visibly wounded; but the moment afterwards she shrugged her shoulders.