"I know you now! you are the man whom you say really loved me.

Down with the masks! You are--" "Not so loud!" "You are Major von Sendlingen!" "Say 'Colonel' and you will be exact.

Yes; I am the lover whom you cast off in favor of the student Ruprecht, as this Clemenceau was called when he pottered about Europe, sketching ruined doorways and broken windows and dreamed of architectural structures.

A man whom destiny had chosen to be the greatest demolisher of the age! what sarcasm!" "Well, you should be the last to complain! Was it like devotion to me that you should try to abduct La Belle Stamboulane in the public street?
"To remove her from your path! She was your rival in the music hall! Love her, love a Jewess?
You do not understand men--you fancy they are put here for your pleasure, safeguard and redemption.

An error! We are neither your joy or your punishment.