I couldn't sleep till I had.

Je t'aime bien, tu le sais, ma petite Ursule." "Thank you," said Ursula, gently.
"And I would like well to see you married.

Truly we women must marry, or be nothing at all.

But as to marrying for love, as we used to think of, and as charming poets make believe--my dear, now-a-days, nous avons change tout cela." Ursula replied nothing.
"I suppose my friend the young bourgeois is very much in love with you?
With 'les beaux yeux de votre cassette,' Richard swears; but I know better.

What of that?
All men say they love one--but it will not last.