Zoraide yourself!" "Was that young gentlewoman not Mdlle.

Zoraide ?" "No; nor Madame Zoraide either." "Why did you tell a lie, then ?" "I told no lie; but you are is such a hurry.

She is a pupil of mine--a Swiss girl." "And of course you are going to be married to her?
Don't deny that." "Married! I think I shall--if Fate spares us both ten weeks longer.

That is my little wild strawberry, Hunsden, whose sweetness made me careless of your hothouse grapes." "Stop! No boasting--no heroics; I won't hear them.

What is she?
To what caste does she belong ?" I smiled.