I liked you six months ago, and now I am sure of it, as you say you are sure.

But it is not easy, simply for that, to decide to marry you.

There are a great many things to think about." "There ought to be only one thing to think about--that we love each other," said Newman.

And as she remained silent he quickly added, "Very good, if you can't accept that, don't tell me so." "I should be very glad to think of nothing," she said at last; "not to think at all; only to shut both my eyes and give myself up.

But I can't.
I'm cold, I'm old, I'm a coward; I never supposed I should marry again, and it seems to me very strange I should ever have listened to you.
When I used to think, as a girl, of what I should do if I were to marry freely, by my own choice, I thought of a very different man from you." "That's nothing against me," said Newman with an immense smile; "your taste was not formed." His smile made Madame de Cintre smile.