At first I tried to think you as ridiculous as the other idiots round the table, but I could not, try as I would.

Your ugly owlish face had made too great an impression on me.

And then I was annoyed by your reserve, and when I used to see you stalk in, looking so haughty, and you bowed so coldly to me and remained so distant, I thought to myself--just wait, monsieur the iceberg, some day you will be at my feet begging for love, and then it will be my turn to be proud, and I shall be triumphant." "There you see the Sphinx and the mouse." "Oh, but it all happened quite differently.

I spoke first, I made you every sort of advance; and what did you do?
You held forth to me on the mortification of the flesh.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.