Alas! I no longer belong to myself, I am under external control; I am like those automatons that move without knowing why.

Yes, I feel an impulse within me more powerful than my self control, and it is the will of another that leads me." "If I could but be sure that you will be happy! But no! This man, before whom you immolate me, will never know the worth of a soul as delicate as yours.

He is a brute, a swash-buckler, a drunkard." "I beseech you, Leon, remember that he has a right to my unreserved respect!" "Respect! For him! And why?
I ask of you, in Heaven's name, what you find respectable in the character of Mister Fougas?
His age?
He is younger than I.His talents?
He never shows them anywhere but at the table.

His education?
It's lovely! His virtues?
_I_ know what is to be thought of his refinement and gratitude!" "I have respected him, Leon, since I first saw him in his coffin.

It is a sentiment stronger than all else; I cannot explain it, I can but submit to it." "Very well! Respect him as much as you please! Yield to the superstition that enchains you.