Raynal continued, "But of course it is upon condition that you consent to heal the wound you have made.

If you refuse--hum! but you will not refuse." "But what is it you require of me ?" inquired Camille impatiently.
"Only a little common honesty.

This is the case: you have seduced a young lady." "Sir!" cried Camille angrily.
"What is the matter?
The word is not so bad as the crime, I take it.

You have seduced her, and under circumstances--But we won't speak of them, because I am resolved to keep cool.

Well, sir, as you said just now, it's no use crying over spilled milk; you can't unseduce the little fool; so you must marry her." "M--m--marry her ?" and Dujardin flushed all over, and his heart beat, and he stared in Raynal's face.
"Why, what is the matter again?
If she has played the fool, it was with you, and no other man: it is not as if she was depraved.