What do you take me for?
It is work for ten men.

You pick out the six most difficult pictures in the Louvre, and you expect me to go to work as if I were sitting down to hem a dozen pocket handkerchiefs.

I wanted to see how far you would go." Newman looked at the young girl in some perplexity.

In spite of the ridiculous blunder of which he stood convicted, he was very far from being a simpleton, and he had a lively suspicion that Mademoiselle Noemie's sudden frankness was not essentially more honest than her leaving him in error would have been.

She was playing a game; she was not simply taking pity on his aesthetic verdancy.