"I expected you.

Ask the Abbe Touvent.

He will tell you, gentlemen, that I expected you." As Barebone turned away to speak to the Marquis and others, who were pressing forward to greet him, it became apparent that that mantle of imperturbability, which millions made in trade can never buy, had fallen upon his shoulders, too.

For most men are, in the end, forced to play the part the world assigns to them.

We are not allowed to remain what we know ourselves to be, but must, at last, be that which the world thinks us.
Madame de Chantonnay, murmuring to a neighbour a mystic reference to her heart and its voluminous premonitions, watched him depart with a vague surprise.
"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu!" she whispered, breathlessly.