Marcel offered me a sou bunch of violets that I fastened in my waistband.

When he took leave of me, Lord _____ wanted to call him back to invite him to dinner with us.

I kissed him for that.

That is my way, my dear Monsieur Maurice, if it does not suit you you should say so at once, and I will take my slippers and my nightcap." "It is sometimes a good thing to be poor then," said Vicomte Maurice, with a look of envious sadness.
"No, not at all," said Musette.

"If Marcel had been rich I should never have left him." "Go, then," said the young fellow, shaking her by the hand.