I'm mad for her; I want her and nothing else.

But with her, somehow, I lose everything else I possess or ever thought I possessed." And he stopped abruptly, for she did not know his business in life, and he had almost given it away.
When he had finished she slipped a hand into his, and said no word.
Suddenly she looked up.

"Peterr, mon ami," she said, "listen to me.

I will tell you the story of Louise, of me.

My father, he lived--oh, it matters not; but he had some money, he was not poor.