But I thank you.

I need no entertainment of your devising." "That is eminently unfortunate," returned the baron, with his imperturbable smile, "for I am universally considered to be the most amusing of mortals,--if, indeed, I am mortal at all, which I sometimes doubt." "Do you reckon yourself with the gods, then ?" asked Hedwig scornfully.
"Which of them are you?
Jove?
Dionysus?
Apollo ?" "Nay, rather Phaethon, who soared too high--" "Your mythology is at fault, sir,--he drove too low; and besides, he was not immortal." "It is the same.

He was wide of the mark, as I am.

Tell me, countess, are your wits always so ready ?" "You, at least, will always find them so," she answered, bitterly.
"You are unkind.

You stab my vanity, as you have pierced my heart." At this speech Hedwig raised her eyebrows and stared at him in silence.