"What! you cannot even spare me on the Albula! You know that, of all subjects of conversation, I have most antipathy for this." "Come, come; you are slandering me now, my child.

I spoke to you of Camille as I might have spoken of the King of Prussia; and you rose in arms at once, taking it wholly to yourself." Antoinette was silent for some moments.
"Decidedly, you are very fond of Camille," she presently said.
"Of all the sons-in-law you could propose to me----" "But I do not propose any." "That is precisely what I find fault with." "Very good; since you think so much of him, this Camille, suppose you command me to marry him ?" "If I were to command, would you obey ?" "Perhaps, just for the curiosity of the thing," she rejoined, laughing.
"Naughty girl, to mock at her father!" said he.

"If these twenty years I have been in servitude, I can scarcely emancipate myself in a day.
However, since the great king deigns to hold parley with his ministers, I am Pomponne--let us argue." "Ah, well! you know as well as I that I have a real friendship for Camille, as the playmate of my childhood.

I remember him when he was ever so small, and he remembers me, too, when I was a tiny creature.
We played hide-and-seek together, and he humoured me in my ten thousand little caprices.

Delightful reminiscences these, but unfortunately I think of them too much when I see him." "He has passed two years among the Magyars; two years is a good while." "Bah! he could never possibly have any authority over me.