The employees at the frontier become exceedingly gallant: there is no passport more powerful.

The haughty ladies become more cordial before their sparkle, at the tea hour in the halls where one knows nobody....

What I have suffered in order to acquire them!...

I would be reduced to hunger before I would sell them.
With them, I am somebody.

A person may not have a coin in her pocket and yet, with these glittering vouchers, may enter where the richest assemble, living as one of them." She would take no advice.