"But it is nothing more.

It has no heart in it, your theory.

Now I have a theory of my own." "Full of heart, one may assure oneself, Madame; full of heart," murmured the Marquis.

"For you yourself are full of heart--is it not so ?" "I hope not," Juliette whispered to her fan, with a little smile of malicious amusement.

For she had a youthful contempt for persons old and stout, who talk ignorantly of matters only understood by such as are young and slim and pretty.