A woman must be wooed her own way, or not at all.

What a whirlwind you are!" "I would to heaven," with a gesture indicative of despair, "that you had kept me behind bars and closed doors." He dropped his hands from the chair and sought the window, leaning his arms against the central frame.
Madame had fully recovered her composure.

She saw her way to the end.
"It is true," she said, "that I do not love you, but it is also true that I am not indifferent to you.

What proof have I that you really love me?
None, save your declaration; and that is not sufficient for a woman such as I am.

Shall I place my life in your hands for better or for worse, simply because you say you love me ?" "My love does not reason, Madame." She passed over this stroke.