You sang it with so much soul that it seemed to me you must be relating an episode of your own history.

My dear count, did you ever chance to dream of a palm ?' "He answered: 'I have no longer the right to dream; I am no longer free.' "The abbe started and cried out, in his simple-hearted way, 'Ah! what, are you married ?' "'I thought I had told you so,' replied he with a melancholy smile, and he hastened to speak of a ballet that he had seen the evening before at the opera, and with which he was only half pleased.
"You can readily believe that when he pronounced the words, 'I thought I had told you so,' I was on the point of falling on his neck; I was so happy, that I was afraid he would read in my eyes my joy, astonishment, and profound gratitude.

I think that he is very keen, and that he has conjectured for some time the mistrust with which he inspired me.

If he wanted to mock me a little, I will pardon him; a good man unjustly suspected has a perfect right to revenge himself by a little irony.
I ordered the horses to be put to my carriage to take him over to the railroad, and the abbe and I accompanied him as far as the station.
There cannot be too much regard shown to honest people who have been abused by fortune.
"Well! what do you say, my dear friend?
Was I wrong in claiming that M.
Larinski is a delightful man?
He will leave before the end of a week, and he is married, unhappily married, I fear, for his smile was melancholy.

You see he may have married out of gratitude some _grisette_, some little working-woman, who nursed him through illness, one of those women who are not presentable; that would be thoroughly in character.