It didn't interest him, his father was an idiot, only a child would lose his head over a girl in that fashion.

And with his contempt for woman the young man became positively insulting.
"You try my nerves, my dear fellow," said Rosemonde as she sat down.

"You are the child with your silly ideas about us.

And as for your father, he does quite right to love that girl.

I find her very pretty indeed, quite adorable!" Then all at once the uproar ceased, those who had risen resumed their seats, and the only sound was that of the feverish throb which coursed through the assembly.