Standing upon the threshold, Antoinette barred the passage.

She looked fixedly at him and felt certain of her victory; he had the air of one vanquished, and his defeat resembled a complete routing.
She crossed her arms, she smiled, and, in a firm, half-mocking tone, said: "So this is the way you rob me of my poor people! They flourish under it, I am well aware.

Confess now that there is a little hypocrisy in your virtue.Mlle.Galet never for a moment doubted that these famous camellias were given for my sake.

Bouquets costing sixty francs! absolute folly! How you despise money! Why, then, do you not despise mine?
You are afraid of it, you fear to burn your fingers by touching it.

You will not aid me to throw it out of the windows?
Your poor and mine will surely pick it up.