To-morrow another bouquet, and another visit." "Both will be useless, my lord," she replied, "though I am sorry to have to be so rude as to say so--but I had much better be perfectly frank with you." "Ah, well!" rejoined the duke, with a malicious smile, "I will dispense with hope, and content myself with reality.

You do not know, my poor child, what a Vallombreuse can do--you, who vainly try to resist him.
He has never yet known what it was to have an unsatisfied desire--he invariably gains his ends, in spite of all opposition--nothing can stop him.

Tears, supplication, laments, threats, even dead bodies and smoking ruins would not daunt him.

Do not tempt him too powerfully, by throwing new obstacles in his way, you imprudent child!" Isabelle, frightened by the expression of his countenance as he spoke thus, instinctively pushed her chair farther away from his, and felt for Chiquita's knife.

But the wily duke, seeing that he had made a mistake, instantly changed his tone, and begging her pardon most humbly for his vehemence, endeavoured to persuade her, by many specious arguments, that she was wrong in persistently turning a deaf ear to his suit--setting forth at length, and in glowing words, all the advantages that would accrue to her if she would but yield to his wishes, and describing the happiness in store for her.