Indeed, I like her very much.

And I think her beautiful!" "Ah, she is beautiful!" he said eagerly.

"Doesn't she look splendid in her furs?
By Jove, you are right! She is a beautiful woman.

I am proud of her!" Then the smile faded from his face.
"Beautiful," he said half to himself, "but hard." "Come now," said Bernardine; "you are surrounded with books and newspapers.

What shall I read to you ?" "No one reads what I want," he answered peevishly.