Four years out of convent, and not a lover; I mean one upon whom you might bestow love.

And that handsome Vicomte d'Halluys ?" "Pouf! I would not throw him yesterday's rose." "And Monsieur de Saumaise ?" "Well, yes; he is a gallant fellow.

And I fear that I have brought trouble into his household.

But love him?
As we love our brothers.
The pulse never bounds, the color never comes and goes, the tongue is never motionless nor the voice silenced in the presence of a brother.
My love for Victor is friendship without envy, distrust, or self-interest.

He came upon my sadness and shadow as a rainbow comes on the heels of a storm.