"I do not know you; it is not less than natural for me to doubt you.

What proof have I that your declaration of love is not a scheme to while away your captivity at my expense?
My heart is not one to be taken by storm.

There is only one road to my affections; it is narrow.

Other men have made love to me, but they have hesitated to enter upon this self-same road." "Love that demands conditions?
I have asked none." Madame blushed.

"A man offers love; a woman confers it." "And what is this narrow road called which leads to your affections?
Is your heart a citadel ?" "It is called sacrifice.