"That would be pride in a sad position!" she said.
"It would be partly," Newman went on, "because I shouldn't want to know it.

I want you to treat me well." Madame de Cintre, whose laugh had ceased, looked at him with her head half averted, as if she feared what he was going to say.
"Mrs.Tristram told you the literal truth," he went on; "I want very much to know you.

I didn't come here simply to call to-day; I came in the hope that you might ask me to come again." "Oh, pray come often," said Madame de Cintre.
"But will you be at home ?" Newman insisted.

Even to himself he seemed a trifle "pushing," but he was, in truth, a trifle excited.
"I hope so!" said Madame de Cintre.
Newman got up.

"Well, we shall see," he said smoothing his hat with his coat-cuff.
"Brother," said Madame de Cintre, "invite Mr.Newman to come again." The Count Valentin looked at our hero from head to foot with his peculiar smile, in which impudence and urbanity seemed perplexingly commingled.