At last I am supplied, and Laure will see that she has to do with a man who knows how to do things properly.

I won't take a centime home this evening.

We must rehabilitate literature, and prove that its votaries only need money to be wealthy." Rodolphe found Mademoiselle Laure at the trysting place.
"Good," said he, "for punctuality she is a feminine chronometer." He spent the evening with her, and bravely melted down his five francs in the crucible of prodigality.

Mademoiselle Laure was charmed with his manners, and was good enough only to notice that Rodolphe had not escorted her home at the moment when he was ushering her into his own room.
"I am committing a fault," said she.

"Do not make me repent of it by the ingratitude which is characteristic of your sex." "Madame," said Rodolphe, "I am known for my constancy.