A letter contains all the poetry their poor little hearts have to boast of.

But the cases we have in hand require to be dealt with very differently." "Well, finish," said Montalais, out of patience with him.

"Some one may come." "Finish! Why, I am only at the beginning.

I have still three points as yet untouched." "Upon my word, he will be the death of me, with his Flemish indifference," exclaimed Montalais.
"And you will drive me mad with your Italian vivacity.

I was going to say that our lovers here will be writing volumes to each other.