I dream about it day and night--I'm miserable about it.
I must have the part, d'you hear ?" And with that she grew serious, speaking in a hard voice and looking deeply moved, for she was really tortured by her stupid, tiresome wish.
Muffat, still smarting from her late refusals, sat on without appearing to grasp her meaning.

There was a silence during which the very flies abstained from buzzing through the quiet, empty place.
"Now, look here," she resumed bluntly, "you're to get them to give me the part." He was dumfounded, and with a despairing gesture: "Oh, it's impossible! You yourself were saying just now that it didn't depend on me." She interrupted him with a shrug of the shoulders.
"You'll just go down, and you'll tell Bordenave you want the part.

Now don't be such a silly! Bordenave wants money--well, you'll lend him some, since you can afford to make ducks and drakes of it." And as he still struggled to refuse her, she grew angry.
"Very well, I understand; you're afraid of making Rose angry.

I didn't mention the woman when you were crying down on the floor--I should have had too much to say about it all.

Yes, to be sure, when one has sworn to love a woman forever one doesn't usually take up with the first creature that comes by directly after.