She felt that you could only love her and be glad of her, if her man was independent of you.

It is a proud and sensitive soul--but there it is!" "It is romance, it is quixotism--ah, heart of God, what quixotism!" exclaimed Jean Jacques.
"She gets her romance and quixotism from Jean Jacques Barbille," retorted the Clerk of the Court.

"She does more feeling than thinking--like you." Jean Jacques' heart was bleeding, but he drew himself up proudly, and caught his hand away from the warm palm of Poucette's widow.

As his affairs crumbled his pride grew more insistent.

M.Fille had challenged his intellect--his intellect! "My life has been a procession of practical things," he declared oracularly.