I know that very well; I only want a chance to.

In consenting to see me, after what he told you, you almost seem to be giving me a chance." "I am seeing you," said Madame de Cintre, slowly and gravely, "because I promised my brother I would." "Blessings on your brother's head!" cried Newman.

"What I told him last evening was this: that I admired you more than any woman I had ever seen, and that I should like immensely to make you my wife." He uttered these words with great directness and firmness, and without any sense of confusion.

He was full of his idea, he had completely mastered it, and he seemed to look down on Madame de Cintre, with all her gathered elegance, from the height of his bracing good conscience.

It is probable that this particular tone and manner were the very best he could have hit upon.