But I cannot accept it--it is impossible.

Please never speak of this matter again.

If you cannot promise me this, I must ask you not to come back." "Why is it impossible ?" Newman demanded.

"You may think it is, at first, without its really being so.

I didn't expect you to be pleased at first, but I do believe that if you will think of it a good while, you may be satisfied." "I don't know you," said Madame de Cintre.