One would as soon think of taking the adoration of a butterfly seriously.

One is a flower, butterflies come round, and when they find no honey, flit away elsewhere.

You amuse yourself, so do I.Talk about hearts, I do not believe in such things." "That is treason," the young lady who sat next to her said, laughing.

"Now, I am just the other way; I am always in love, but then I never can tell whom I love best, that is my trouble.

You are all so nice, messieurs, that it is impossible for me to say whom I love most." The young men laughed.
"And you, Mademoiselle de Rohan, will you confess ?" "Oh, I am quite different," she said.