"But I don't exactly know how you mean it." "I mean it in this way.

First of all, he never offered to help me to a dot and a husband." And Mademoiselle Nioche paused, smiling.

"I won't say that is in his favor, for I do you justice.

What led you, by the way, to make me such a queer offer?
You didn't care for me." "Oh yes, I did," said Newman.
"How so ?" "It would have given me real pleasure to see you married to a respectable young fellow." "With six thousand francs of income!" cried Mademoiselle Nioche.

"Do you call that caring for me?
I'm afraid you know little about women.