This very night I have been breaking the hearts of two gentlemen, and it is the dying look I had from one of them just now, which puts me in such spirits.

I do so like to watch them turn red and pale, and scowl and dart fiery glances at each other, and languishing ones at me.

There is _me_--happy ME; now for _you_, poor soul! "I suppose you are nobody's daughter, since you took care of little children when you first came to Villette: you have no relations; you can't call yourself young at twenty-three; you have no attractive accomplishments--no beauty.

As to admirers, you hardly know what they are; you can't even talk on the subject: you sit dumb when the other teachers quote their conquests.

I believe you never were in love, and never will be: you don't know the feeling, and so much the better, for though you might have your own heart broken, no living heart will you ever break.