I know what you are going to say: 'How will you dare ?' But I SHALL dare.

I am afraid of my husband; he is soft, smooth, irreproachable; everything that you know; but I am afraid of him--horribly afraid of him.

And yet I shall arrive at the Tuileries.
But that will not be this winter, nor perhaps next, and meantime I must live.

For the moment, I want to go somewhere else; it's my dream.

I want to go to the Bal Bullier." "To the Bal Bullier ?" repeated Newman, for whom the words at first meant nothing.
"The ball in the Latin Quarter, where the students dance with their mistresses.