If I did that I would take half that charm away from you--that elusive incompleteness which Fragonard and Watteau tried to imitate, Heaven knows with how little success.

No, I shall always let you live your own life.

All that I ask for, my dear, are certain meeting places.

Let us establish them before it is too late, or you will find one day that you have married an old man, and we shall have silent dinners.

There is nothing more wretched than that.