"It is only a poet who knows where to find such choice things.
Monsieur," she said to Melchior, "my father will scold you, and say that you justify those who accuse you of extravagance." "Oh!" exclaimed Canalis, with apparent simplicity, "so that is why La Briere rode at full gallop from Havre to Paris ?" "Does your secretary take such liberties ?" said Modeste, turning pale, and throwing the whip to Francoise with an impetuosity that expressed scorn.

"Give me your whip, papa." "Poor Ernest, who lies there on his bed half-dead with fatigue!" said Canalis, overtaking the girl, who had already started at a gallop.

"You are pitiless, mademoiselle.

'I have' (the poor fellow said to me) 'only this one chance to remain in her memory.'" "And should you think well of a woman who could take presents from half the parish ?" said Modeste.
She was surprised to receive no answer to this inquiry, and attributed the poet's inattention to the noise of the horse's feet.
"How you delight in tormenting those who love you," said the duke.

"Your nobility of soul and your pride are so inconsistent with your faults that I begin to suspect you calumniate yourself, and do those naughty things on purpose." "Ah! have you only just found that out, Monsieur le duc ?" she exclaimed, laughing.