"You've some very good things." "Yes, but I hate them." "Do you want to get rid of them ?" the young man quickly asked.
"No, it's good to have something to hate: one works it off!" "I love my things," said Mr.Rosier as he sat there flushed with all his recognitions.

"But it's not about them, nor about yours, that I came to talk to you." He paused a moment and then, with greater softness: "I care more for Miss Osmond than for all the bibelots in Europe!" Madame Merle opened wide eyes.

"Did you come to tell me that ?" "I came to ask your advice." She looked at him with a friendly frown, stroking her chin with her large white hand.

"A man in love, you know, doesn't ask advice." "Why not, if he's in a difficult position?
That's often the case with a man in love.

I've been in love before, and I know.