You are alone in the world; your father is dead; your mother has but you to lean on.

After all, I am your neighbor, and neighbors should be friends.

And I am your debtor; I owe you more than you could ever owe me; for ever since I came into this neighborhood I have been happy.

No man was ever so happy as I, ever since one day I was walking, and met for the first time an angel.

I don't say it was you, Mademoiselle Rose.