She may cause a little ridicule to arise, but that I can scorn.

The laugh at Montmorency will not reach Paris, far less echo around the globe! For a long time I hoped to enlighten her and redeem her, but I have failed.

But I am bound to enlighten you and save you, am I not?
From the feeling you harbor can spring only an additional shame for Cesarine, and certain, perhaps irreparable woe for you.

Stop, turn about and look the other way.

A man of twenty, who may naturally live another three-score years and work during two of them, who would talk to you of that nonsense, love's sorrow?
That was all very well once, when the world revolved slowly and there was little to be done by the people who blocked nobody's way.