We extend to you our little finger and you instantly lay claim to the whole arm.

Because last night I permitted myself to exchange a jest with you, because I chance to be kind to you again to-day, you repay me with insults!" "Stop!" he cried, rousing himself once more.

"That is too much to say, Mademoiselle.

To tell a woman that you love her is never to insult her.
To be loved is never to be slighted.

Upon the meanest of His creatures it is enjoined to love the same God whom the King loves, and there is no insult to God in professing love for Him.