"One has to have a speaking-trumpet to reach the ear of Fame; she doesn't listen if you speak with your lips; and without fame of what use is talent?
The poor man's advocate means to be some day the advocate of the rich.

Is that plain speaking?
Don't I open my inmost being to you?
Then open your heart to me.

Say to me, 'Let us be friends,' and the day will come when we shall both be happy." "Good heavens! why did I ever come here?
Why did I ever take your arm ?" cried Flavie.
"Because it is in your destiny," he replied.

"Ah! my dear, beloved Flavie," he added, again pressing her arm upon his heart, "did you expect to hear the vulgarities of love from me?
We are brother and sister; that is all." And he led her towards the passage to return to the rue d'Enfer.
Flavie felt a sort of terror in the depths of the contentment which all women find in violent emotions; and she took that terror for the sort of fear which a new passion always excites; but for all that, she felt she was fascinated, and she walked along in absolute silence.
"What are you thinking of ?" asked Theodose, when they reached the middle of the passage.
"Of what you have just said to me," she answered.
"At our age," he said, "it is best to suppress preliminaries; we are not children; we both belong to a sphere in which we should understand each other.

Remember this," he added, as they reached the rue d'Enfer.--"I am wholly yours." So saying, he bowed low to her.
"The iron's in the fire now!" he thought to himself as he watched his giddy prey on her way home..