"That bad woman has bewitched the unfortunate man.

And to think we once knew him such a true believer, such a noblehearted gentleman!" "It appears he is ruining himself," continued Mme Chantereau.

"My husband has had a bill of his in his hands.

At present he's living in that house in the Avenue de Villiers; all Paris is talking about it.
Good heavens! I don't make excuses for Sabine, but you must admit that he gives her infinite cause of complaint, and, dear me, if she throws money out of the window, too--" "She does not only throw money," interrupted the other.

"In fact, between them, there's no knowing where they'll stop; they'll end in the mire, my dear." But just then a soft voice interrupted them.