It has got into my head that after being not very amiable to me, you are now almost too much so.

I am sincerely touched and charmed at it; but I really fear, sometimes, to turn too much to my own profit attentions to which I am far from having the sole right.

You know how fond I am of your husband.
There can be no question of jealousy in this case, of course; but a man's love is proud and prompt to take umbrage.

Without stooping to low and otherwise impossible sentiments, Pierre, seeing himself somewhat neglected, might feel offended and afflicted, at which we would both be greatly grieved, would we not ?" "I do not know how to do anything half-way," she said with a gesture of impatience.

"How can I change my nature?
It is with my own heart, and not with that of another, that I love and that I hate; and then, why should it not enter into my plans to excite Pierre's jealousy?
My old traditional hatred for you has perhaps made this deep calculation; he would kill either you or me, and that would be as good a denouement as any other." "You must allow me to prefer another," said Lucan, still trying, but without much success, to give a cheerful turn to this wildly passionate conversation.
"However," she went on, "you may rest easy, my dear sir.